The Girl was not Always

 
The girl who is independent,
Was once dependent.
But she learned
not all people
stay.
She built an outer shell,
One she thinks is hard
to crack.
But her mind twists and turns
Beyond her strong walls
she built.

The girl who is quiet,
Was not always
Silent.
Once upon a time in a far away land,
She had a lot to say.
No one wanted to
Hear her pain.
She screamed,
She yelled,
She cried.
But then,
God answered.

The girl who is strong in her faith,
Once did not believe that such
a force existed.
But while she followed the road
of pitch black lonlieness,
God's hands manifested in her.
She felt loved for once in months,
She felt warm
She felt a
Hug.

The girl who longs for temptation and desire,
Puts on a mask, because she wants more.
She longs for real love, but is often
Misunderstood.
For once she tried to convey her feelings,
But became brainwashed instead.
She has learned to love since,
But no one has loved her,
Like how she deserves
to be loved,
Yet.

The girl who is alone once had
Many friends. But one by one,
they got up and left.
And then there
Were none.
She learned to love her own presence,
Than to be surrounded by illusions
and lies.

The girl was not always this way.
But life changed her,
She knows that
One day she
Will find
Joy.