She is fragile
As delicate as a flower
Easily trampled over
She is timid
Always hiding
Scared of being unloved
She is quiet
Easily overlooked
Afraid of her own voice
She is weak
Easily broken
Not knowing her own strength
She is more beautiful
Than any treasure this world can ever offer
But is ashamed of herself
She is loving
Her heart is full of pain
Waiting for someone to love her
Because she cannot love herself