She bolts the door and settles in her room, Trying to vanish all her gloom. Her family rebukes her for staying all alone, While she only enjoys her personal zone. The greenery she looks through her window Helps her to write poems in a flow. Her little bookshelf Brings her a quiet joy within herself. From day to night, She stays all alone, hiding from everyone's sight. Deep down, she wishes to move to a lonely place Where she can enjoy even her solace. She is tired of all the fake laughs; Some people make her heart shatter in half. Why is she alone all the time? Just to resist doing any crime. Just to resist doing any crime.