She had the most quiet voice, one you could barely hear.
Her words were soft.
Yet her mind screamed all the thoughts she held back.
She dressed in all black, but she had the most colorful mind.
Every thought was a different shade, every word had a different meaning.
She feared herself and kept all of her emotions locked away.
Her silence both bliss and hell.
Her thoughts both beautiful and dangerous.
She wanted nothing more than the freedom to let her colors fly.
But her voicelessness was what led to her despair.
And although the world viewed her as simple, she was extraordinary.
And her silence created the most beautiful colors of all.
