Dear God,
She is people's listener.
She is no one's spouse.
She is no one's friend.
Some said she is perfect.
Some said she is bossy.
Some said she is selfish.
She was born to be a leader.
She was born to be a burden.
She was born to be a disturber.
She is a very critical girl.
She is a very outspoken girl.
She is a very sensitive girl.
She smiles and laughs out loud.
She mumbles to herself.
She muses in a crowded place.
She loves to be an observer.
She holds a grudge.
She remembers every single word you have said.
She leans on God.
She feels deeply sad.
She cries in the heart.
She could not tell anyone.
She did not mean to hurt people.
She really wanted to be friend.
She wanted to know people well.
She wanted to joke with them.
She wanted to care and to be cared.
She could tell anyone's feeling.
She lied to hide her potential.
She lied to remain silent.
Will she survive?
I am SHE.
She is me.
Amen.