She had hopes

But not really dreams

She was alone…

And for a while that was all anyone could see.

They knew she had changed

But never understood

That something inside her

Just wasn’t as right as it could

Dressed in black, alone in her room

Dreaming of a life that wasn’t hers

Locked inside fantasy after fantasy

So content away from reality

Hurting inside

Though holding back any tears

Doubting at times if they could fall at all

They left her all by herself

Managing and coming to terms with the life that was hers

Having grown used to the girl dressed in black

Friendless, she was

They no longer reminded her without tact

Music slowly replacing the need for solace

It eventually became what she was most known for

You might want to wonder why no one seemed to care

It was impossible to miss

The girl, this hermit

Not even bothering wanting to escape

For freedom was always hers

Maybe that was problem

Maybe it earned the cause of hate

They were all free, to do what they pleased

They never understood its price

That girl watched, sometimes through tears,

The lives, entwined with hers

Waiting for the one person to realize

That no matter what they did

She was always affected

Hoping for different kind of freedom

One with no pain

Those dreams weren’t dreams

But fantasies that could never take place

They don’t think she’s unhappy

Never believed to ask

They thought she was just different

She is

Years have come and gone

Yet she remained the same way

Though bolder and brighter

She no longer wore a brave face

Watching the rest enjoy their freedom

While she sits in her non-existing cage

In solitude is how she always was

Yet how could they have missed

That she has just become content

Though wanting more,

That sad girl dressed in black

She was alone…