Alone she resides in her own creation
A world of anxiety, So subdued.
Answering the door to no one,
She ponders her mind, So confused.

Glancing at the outside world,
Happy faces of oblivion pass her by.
She struggles to understand them,
Only to retreat into her fragile psyche.

One day she hopes to join them,
To sip from a glass half-full.
Aspiring to master the art of smiles,
To emerge from her cancerous lull.