Her lips are sealed together. Her voice is hidden away inside, waiting to burst through the shame that seals her lips like superglue. Her shoulders are hanging down, like the twigs of a willow. Her eyes are white waterballoons, that are ready to burst. Her hands are folded together, like the only person she trusts, is herself. I can see that she wants someone that will remove the superglue, pop the balloons and who will unfold her hands and guide her down this road, taking a right turn at the end, towards happiness