Reflection

I gave myself this idea on a forum...

She sits alone in her room
with the music in her ears.
Except for that, it's quiet.
She doesn't shed a tear.

That's why her family thinks she's okay,
but there are somethings they don't see.
In these years, she wants to be alone.
If we asked her, she'd agree.

Yes, she'd even tell you this,
because she wants to look strong.
She's never needed any help.
Nothing could be wrong.

She's the one that no one speaks to
unless she's in their way.
Maybe they'll be nicer tomorrow.
They're just not ready today.

She lives her life throughout the pain
scribbling thoughts and words in her book.
They won't admit she's not alright
or give her a second look.