There she stands in the dark room
Waiting to be heard but can't speak
As thoughts flowed wild in her head
Like the wind that sweeps leaves off the trunks within seconds
She keeps hiding from what is unknown
And with just little to be shown
But she doesn't allow anyone in
She just wants to be.
What is she hiding from?
Her life seems worthless
There's nothing to expect
In this life that's priceless
Hiding seems perfect
Rather than letting them see her bleed
See her dark spots that can't be bleached
All these faces behind the curtains have a story to tell
What was her's?
