Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25326117-20150224231607

This is something I wrote a while ago. Can anybody give me any feedback on it?

What is truth? What are lies?

When I look in the mirror, all I see is a broken girl. A girl named Rebecca.

Rebecca was always timid. What can you expect from the second child?

She was always confined to a wheelchair. She was always filled with apathy. Yet, she dared not to curse her creator.

Her grandmother had raised her, Away from her corrupted parents, and tainted siblings.

Her grandmother and her were always alone. Rebecca didn't complain, Or, at least, she tried not to.

Her grandmother was her only world.

Her grandmother was fervent in her beliefs. Nothing would keep her away from her god.

Rebecca, was often neglected, because of Her grandmother's nightly bible meetings.

It seemed that her grandmother loved the church more than her.

Rebecca kept her mouth shut, How dare she bite the hand that fed her!

Rebecca didn't shed a single tear, Not even when her family died.

They were in the Lake of Fire now. So, why should she weep and gnash her teeth for them?

Her grandmother was her only world, But, her grandmother soon went mad.

Her grandmother jumped off the church steeple, She crashed to the ground.

Rebecca didn't cry, Her grandmother was with her godforsaken family now.

Rebecca didn't say a word for the rest of her life, She just sat in a cold, damp room, alone.

Nobody could take her out of her world.

Rebecca only drew and colored, It was her salvation.

Her salvation that was paved with Weeping and gnashing of teeth. 