She hid in the morbid corners
In the back of her mind
In her concealed bedroom
Thinking of all the ones who did neglect
Putting up the wall to suppress what she kept
She never cried those forgotten tears
Never punched her eggshell wall
Never pulled at her raven black hair
Using all of her withdrawn strength
Praying for the day the evasion will come
She thought, one day I will be happy
Over and over again, it cursed her mind
Over and over again, it caused her torment
Haunting her hope and ambition to be something great
Causing her to fall into a deeper form of desperation
