Behind locked doors she sits in silence.
It is the silence she craves,
the silence that soothes her broken soul.

There are times she sits alone and cries
For the times she has been hurt, the mistakes she has made.
Behind locked doors she is a refugee in her own mind.

Sometimes she simply lies on her bed and stares at the ceiling.
Thinking about everything and nothing,
About the beauty of life and the injustice in the world,
Trying to understand why things happen
Trying to find ways to make herself a better person
Behind locked doors she is a philosopher amidst the mystery of life.

There are times when she just needs to take a break from people,
When there's too much going on and too much to do.
Sometimes, it is only behind locked doors that she can be herself.