She was called doormat.

She said no, but not often, and always with an excuse.

She was quiet, open-hearted, but awkward and polite.

She didn't want to be alone, but didn't want to be with everyone.

She got hurt when you rejected her.

She sees your intentions, but is easy to manipulate.

She will never truly insult you, and if she does, she's in deep regret afterwards.

She's too serious, but too childish as well.

She cried when she thought of growing up, of leaving her family.

She got humiliated, but didn't say a word.

She is always in her thoughts, daydreaming, flying away.

She's a goody-goody.

She's smart and stupid.

She doesn't mind when her lips bleed because she bit too hard.

She doesn't mind when people see her the way they do.

Because she doesn't want people to feel the way she does.

She'll please everyone, put their needs before herself...

If it's the last thing she does.