She stands alone;
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By angered calls.

There she stands;
With nothing to say.
Anger shows her;
A ****** way.

Pain is gone,
It is numbed;
Everyone says,
She is wrong.

To feel, to express,
Becomes lost;
In a mighty fight,
For bitter or love.

"Everything is
Her fault!" They say.
Misleading Faults,
Are Pointed her Way.

"YOU ARE WRONG
TO FEEL THAT WAY!"
She stays Silent,
And falls Insane.

She now stands;  
In an empty hall.
Her hands are numbed;
By Angered calls...