Her breathing was calm
She just got done meditating
The further she walks
The thoughts start to reappear
It's like a disease that is progressing
Turning into a tumor
Blackening the inside of her mind
The disease is overwhelming her
Forsaking any other thought
Her palms start to itch
As they start to sweat
A form of nervousness
That seemed to have found her
She found the room she was looking for
In the back of her diseased mind
This voice starts to panic
If only she listened to this voice
When will she learn
The door slammed shut behind
Causing her heart to pound
These bright lights shine in the room
She lifts her hands up
To block this bright light from her eyes
An audience is on standby
Each taking a turn
Telling their opinions
Of this person they know nothing about
She can hear them and the non sense
They accuse her of
There is no other doors or windows
To escape this hell
She sits on the ground
Her hands covering her ears
God she is going insane
When will this stop
The Agony and the pain
That judging does to a person
Damages their self worth
Think before u speak