No

Diana May Rose,
 
the girl who could never scream.
 
Days and days,
 
she would go.
 
Wound up like a toy
 
for show.
 
 
She thought if she even made the slightest sound of a door closing or if something dropped on the floor, she'd be beat, belittled, raped.
 
She slept in the same room as her daddy up until 11 or 12 while her mom slept in her room sound asleep. The master bedroom was a dark, dark room, and it still is the bottom of the well. It is the place that felt underground and deserted. That felt forgotten.
 
But she couldn't. She would never forget.
 
All the reasons her perfectionism made her try to control everything around her. She never wanted attention. She was the quiet girl in school, the one teachers praised for her silence. But her silence was not a virtue.
 
It was her biggest weakness.
 
And I am that girl, Diana May Rose. I stay anonymous so no one will ever know...
 
how dark my pain truly goes.