Will she rise?
Will she fall?
People she once knew, no longer around.
She wonders when they left her, would they miss her at all?
Rooms filled with such perfect faces, no such thing as a frown.
Her comfort no longer in these places,
From above, would they be looking down,
Down on all these perfect fake smiling faces?
A room filled with people but nobody's there.
No one here to fill her empty spaces.
When will this feeling end,
When did it begin?
Reminiscing of happy times she forgot were real,
She reaches out but pulls back because of a thought,
There is no going back by her own will.
