A Girl I Once Knew. 
Angelina Wickman

I once knew this girl,
so timid and terrified by the world.
She'd had her heart ripped out,
and fire had been set to her soul.

And I watched her as she grew,
unaware of her beauty and worth.
She locked up who she was,
becoming what she was told she needed to in order to survive.

Now its hard for her to trust,
difficult for her to let go.
Desiring nothing more than to simply be,
so lost as to how.