The Hidden One

She was the little girl that everyday had that little smile on her face..  She could not let anyone what was really inside.. She had to keep all the secrets.. She had to hide inside.. Everyone thought she was just the quiet type.. The one that never spoke out of turn.. So to be the good one in school.. Her mom and dad would go to open house and get told how she always raised her hand, never spoke out of turn, always said yes ma am and no ma am.. yes sir and no sir.. just like every little girl should..  The didn't know that school was the only place that when she did good she also was treated good.. Nobody tried to hurt her there..  She would do whatever she could for that..  So sure she seemed little the good little girl in school. it was the only place she had no place to fear.. She could trust the adults there..  They did not want things from her..  At home ever if she was good it made no difference.. She would still be hurt...   No matter what she did or said.. She would try to hide at home and she never could.. No matter where she went it still happened.. Even if she went inside.. So she learned at school it was  okay to be a little less them sometimes..  That it was OK to cry if she was hurt.. That it was OK to be different and not understand..  That you were not stupid for it.. And you did not always get abuse for it..  The little girl grew up knowing where to hide and when.. Then as she got older It became apparent there there was more hiding then not..  That she had to look for new places.. Be more cleaver.. She came to realize it was the only way to live or survive.. Or else she was sure she would die.. The little girl grows up.. Every day.. Every year.. Seeing more and more of the need to hide.. Starting to wonder what  is she to do.. She keeps hearing from others that being the hiding one will no longer work.  Though this is all she does... So can anyone tell this little girl in this little story.. What else is she to do other then be the hiding one?