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