
Her surroundings shape her. But holes are inflicted.
This girl is struggling. She vigorously tries to find herself.
Once she thinks she has, she strives to prove herself.
And everything is done in favour of mending those holes.
She feels small, her heart constantly sinks.
But in her despair, she creates a shield.
She feels obligated to defend, she yearns to stride like others. Still, the holes are too deep to mend or conceal...
so she fills them instead.
With multiple elements she experiments... every phase she alters.
But, still, at the end of the day, she questions herself
'Who am I?'
Just felt like writing today. Teehee.

