No.
Innocent, she nurtured her heart ever since. Little did anyone know that a fire lived within her. Burning and growing with every fleeting moment. Holding on, was all that she knew. A certain restlessness brewed within her. Breathing became a task. She clenched her fists and gathered all the courage, "but.." is all that she could utter with a sigh. Nice, obedient, sweet was what the world labelled her. More than a label, those words bounded her. She knew that none of those word belonged to her. But how could she revolt? A lion in a sheep's body that she was. The restlessness brewed more and more and more and... "NO!" her being roared. Everything fell silent. That silence was empty yet full. A journey began. The destination, unknown. The path, unknown. The traveller, to be known..