She grew up a lonely child.
Nobody cared how she felt,
How she was,
Why was she happy that day,
Why was she sad or mad!
So she learnt keeping things to herself.

I mean everything, good or bad
Things that make her shed tears of joy Even that of sorrow,
She keep that in her.

She is that cold child with no friends,
She was told friends ain’t good for her,
Now she can’t even relate to friends talk Nor
Even share what she’s going through.

Her emotions and opinions are all
Suppressed.
Even her voice is too low.
Her quietness is beyond that of being an Introvert.

She’s too quiet and she hate It,
When she talks she feels like all eyes
On her and she hate that too!

She want to search for happiness
But she don’t know where to begin.
She’s clueless on her likes and dislikes,
They all be trying to get close to her
But her silence simply pushes them
Away.

I wonder what’s wrong with her
Or is she just meant to be alone?