she hides inside her little room
waiting to be released
she locks the door, just praying that
the pain cannot increase
yet no one wants to free her or
acknowledge that she's there
but so shut off, she hasn't learned
existence isn't fair
hiding in the darkness
so afraid to see the light
she doesn't know what's wrong
but she assumes this isn't right
curled in the corner
by the petrifying fear
cannot do a thing without
being called insincere
freedom is a mystery
dependance is the way
self-control is worthless
when there;s nothing left to say
because she's never happy
she could not know that she's sad
how could she know pain when
it's the only thing she had?
imprisoned in her own self hate
she slides down to the floor again
she dreams of things she can never have
an echo of another state
frequent thoughts of some escape
seem far away in her fallow heart
she stares out to eternity
she seizes up and screams no more
