She stares at nothing,
Not because she is thinking.
She just want to wipe those stress,
Her mind want some rest.

She cares in little things,
Not because she is perfectionist.
Her mind controls her,
That makes her overthinker.

She didn't cry infront of the crowd,
Not because she is strong and proud.
Being judged is her greatest fear,
So she always keep that escaping tears.

She didn't tell her secrets and story,
Not because her friends are boring.
She want to keep it,
So no one will talk about it.

She don't want to be in crowd,
Not because she don't want to be loud.
She is afraid to have temporary friends,
Being in crowd makes her exhausted.

She didn't talk every time,
Not because she is shy and not fine.
Less talk, less mistake,
Motto that she always take.

She want to stay at her house,
Not because she is lazy and louse.
She just feel that every people around her,
Judging and looking down on her.

She run in the middle of the highway,
Not because she wants attention and fame.
She is just tired,
Living is so hard.

She cut her wrist,
Not because she want to live in drama.
Her mind is like a beast,
She wants a period, not a comma.