She writes  
Her world is a poem  
Her dream is a poet  
She writes  
Her words hit like a sword
Her feelings seems like a song
She writes
life is an elegy
poetry is an  eulogizer

To the world of gloominess that is dominant
she wants to flourish, to live like a foolish
To the world of depression which is the profession
She wants to vanish, to live is not  garish
To the world of anxiety surrounding her society
She wants to fly, to touch the sky
To the world of madness where  she is the  goodness
She wants to change, not to be an insane