The lonesome park bench
beneath the invisible day-time stars
did nothing to calm her heart--
She's in her own world, far from ours.
She'll walk miles each way,
an exit never to be found.
Pawing at the unbreakable glass,
looking for a way around.
The blurred faces on the other side
laugh and smile in their cruel facade.
Something is boiling deep within the lonely girl,
dark emotions are being made.
She beats at the glass
with her bloodied, swollen hands;
Her voiceless screams reach no one,
for they just cannot understand.
So she folds into herself,
curled up into a tight ball.
She finally, finally embraces all that she has:
Nothing. Nothing at all.
