The quite room;

She hides where the walls don’t ask, A silent room, a worn- out mask. She avoids the world, its noise, its eyes, Finds comfort where the shadow lies. Her home is loud with words unkind, Yet no one hears her fragile mind. She lost the one who knew her pain, And left her heart in endless rain. She sits alone where memories bloom, Tears fall softly in the gloom. Still one small light breaks through the gray— A hope that whispers, stay… someday.