From the depth of sullenness
A cry is released
Screeching  with violence,
The silence is ceased

Next time the laughter
Behind the scenes,
Accomplished by whispers
Rallying between

A **** of the head
A sonorous glance
Many tears shed
No noble stance

All eyes center
They all stare
It won’t get better
She is quite aware

An orb of commotion
Molded to harm
Weighed down with emotion
Triggered the alarm

The stress was too much
She couldn’t bear no more
But she’s numb to the touch
And has closed the door

The others around
Just watch her top blow
They watched her soul wander
And didn’t help it home

Too late has already escaped
Her escape wasn’t too fast

Entangled in
Delicate strings,
The web of confusion
Has locked her in.