The story of a self portrait on a dark canvas

There was a beautiful little girl, pure and innocent, who believed in love stories, princes, happy endings, and true love.
There was a little girl, whose world was too big, but she was eager to know it, meet people and most important to be loved.
There was a little girl, who fell deeply in love and was loved back, and was promised that that was forever. She smiled feeling protected and with her own happy ending. The girl was happy and everything was good.
The girl grew, and she wasn't little anymore.
The happy ending turned into lies, games, treasons, pain and tears. And the true love she thought she had found wasn't what she expected. The girl ripped her heart, she cried and was alone again. She closed her heart but at least it didn't ache so much anymore.
There is a girl who created her own persona, strong, beautiful, unachievable, restless, sophisticated and always in control, but who forgets sometimes who she is and what she wants. There is a girl who built a fortress around her, surrounded by dragons and daemons.
There is a girl, who, even without meaning to, hurts everyone who comes close. A girl who still wants to believe in love stories, princes, happy endings and true love, but who is afraid to be hurt again, and doesn't know how to let anyone get close anymore. The girl has her heart locked, and doesn't know if she wants the key to be found.
There is a girl who is writing this story, and only she can write its ending.