The poor thing got lost in the escape. And she was still hungover from the childhood terror. Her personality was ruined--redolent with the first flowers of madness.
She made a pretend world, full of delusions. A house of cards that was laden with lunacy, her insanity became safe and dependent on her never taking responsibility for her actions--she was a pawn for the adage, Hurt people Hurt people, like Blanche from A Streetcar Named Desire, and Don Quixote, Her world crumbled and she climbed into the abyss, when she looked deeply into the mirror of reality.
Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI