She lives her life in the shadows of those around her.

Hidden away, too afraid to be in the light.

She finds comfort in the dark.

It felt safe. It felt secure.

Embarrassed by her insecurities,

covering up with baggy shirts and a resting bitch face.

A mask.

She walks around with a look of utter hatred and anger,

yet wonders why people never talk to her.

She isolates herself because she's scared of being vulnerable.

Doesn't want to show emotion,

but really she's drowning in it.

Unable to breathe.

She feels lonely even when surrounded by people.

Gravitating towards the corner of the room and into the shadows.

All she wants is to fit in, to feel she belongs.

Only she's not sure how.

She just wants to be seen.