She doesn't eat now because growing up
she often had to beg for her place at the table...
sometimes her requests were denied.

So she figured out, that she liked the protest
that her stomach made...
She liked the idea  of gaining  control over whether or not she ate.

Funny thing is when she stopped caring, 
they became angry with her, I guess they were only happy
if she was crying and begging them to treat her like a human being.


She doesn't sleep now because growing up
when she slept, bad things would happen.
She learned that sleep summoned monsters.

These monsters were male, large, and brutal.
They took what they wanted...
No matter how much she pleaded for them not to.

Somehow she thinks if she skips sleep,
She can keep her self safe,
from all of the night-time, monstrous creeps...


She doesn't talk now because growing up,
she needed permission to speak.
Do not speak unless spoken to, this was the rule, you see.

Days spent in silence, reading books in secret...
Had to hide her literature, so her mother wouldn't destroy it.
I suppose she thought the girl should be stupid.

But the girl wasn't stupid, and she couldn't wait to leave,
this place called hell,  that should have been home...
there was no safe place for her to claim as her own.


This is why she is who she is...

And like the Willow, she weeps.