She speaks softly but has power. Her anxiety and pain will soon tower.
At first you think you can see.
But honestly she just agrees.
You may at first imagine her pain.
But then you realize it is more than vain.
She wants to be accepted.
But her thoughts are not connected.
They all speak soothing quiet words.
But her voice constantly slurs.
And they all quiet down.
Because they know she will frown.
At last they understand.
But all of her thoughts are bland.
She thinks they are not there.
But deep down they really care.
Now you understand why she hides.
And no longer will her tears be dried.
Your too pretty to frown
Act like you shall wear a crown
But she is not happy
For her thoughts are just crappy
But they all think they know
That her tears fall down like snow
She tries to ignore the words
But she will never truly be heard
So if you ignore her sadness
And don’t lead her into the madness
Try to give a helping hand
And don’t be rough like sand
For she hears all
And knows your call
Thus she awaits it
To help you through the grit
So she shall sit and wait
Until a certain one from fate
Who will come and collect her
And not continue to stir
The thoughts inside her head
Which just cannot be said
Don’t bother someone weak
Or call them a freak
Because they will wait to help
And they will know how you felt
Because you sat in their chair
And now you only care
So please do not break
Or become very fake
Because she will know
Just like the silent crow