And one day, blood flowed from her ears She found nobody amiable enough to share her fears. Did they wear out or Did she, herself, rip them off, She will not hear birds chirp, or anyone's scoff. No judgement of being tedious, Nobody to yell the rules Of how to sit, stand, graciously, or to be controlled fools. Of how to be a doll That will never question, Indolent crowd and ferocious, starving clan. She will stick like adhesive to her weakest voices, That screamed their throats off against unbothered walls. As ripping off her ears was her lavish escape, She ran to a desolate cliff with an unvanquished saber. This time she won't fall, with disheveled shawl into the bottomless land, No floor will sink as quicksand, She is the same old girl Faraway from her homeland.