You think you know the girl, who wants to hide away.
Everyday, is in fact, a day of hidden pain.
Everything is just too complex, she doesn’t bother to explain.
You belittle her, since she refuses to say the things she locked away.
Day by day, by day. She’s the epitome of abstract.
She’s different, She’s reclusive.
A wolf apart from the pack.
Is there something wrong with that?
Something you may ask.
Life is precious, not set in stone.
Although, it is written in black.