She lives in fear
Yet never shed a tear
She hold tight to the wall
Scared of whats around the next hall
All she wants is to be embraced
Not greeted with a slap on the face
She holds on through this torture
Hoping love one day she will endure
She holds inside a finished quilt
That from all her scars was built
She couldnt find a reason she was confused
She didnt know why she was being abused
She was aware that she couldnt break down
She hoped even for only a second she would have a smile on her face not a frown
She had faith in herself
She knew she would someday be picked from that isolated bookshelf