She feels so isolated, so alone
the only sounds that reach her are the muffled...

I am trapped in a cell
this prison is loneliness...

You can give me a sympathetic smile,
a hug and say...

His lonely eyes only see things
in shades of blue grey...

Seeing life through shades of green
good things keep happening...

We seem to have our act mastered
each knows their part...

Wishing to be thinner
she decides not to eat...

Therapy
like an onion...

Acting out of character
can this really be me...

You told me a secret
I promised not to tell...

Memory slowly fades
like petals falling from a rose...

She puts on her mask of happiness
its getting old and worn...