She Is A Writer

She never lacked confidence as a young girl.  She loved her pieces of work.  She even has some saved in a shoebox on the top shelf of her bedroom closet.  Something changed that third year of high school. Teenage girls do go through weird shifts of moods and emotions.  Her writing wasn't good enough. Though it pleased others, she was never satisfied.  She would hate on her pieces.  Not for attention, but because of comparison.  Her work wasn't as good as his, it wasn't as good as hers.  She became afraid of reading aloud in class.  She would only share her pieces when forced.  She wasn't the same as she used to be.  She wasn't first to raise her hand in class to give her writing a voice anymore.  She would shake when she shares.  She would not make eye contact.  She deserved praise, but she wouldn't deem herself worthy.  She doesn't deem herself worthy.  Unfortunately when looking for satisfaction in her writing, she is not satisfied unless someone else compliments it.  Even then there is still something missing because she is striving for perfection.  She has lost the art of writing by trying to make hers, "perfect"