She comes into the house unannounced

doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak

slams the door shut

and takes to her room to retreat

 

Behind the locked door, music blares

her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care

her closeted persona is darkness deeper 

than her black eyeliner coupled with black hair

 

She’s never known love

never been the center of affection

lies, misdeeds, and betrayal

stem farther than the daily rejection

 

Her parents plead with her in this game of life

but more and more she becomes recluse,

to live intentionally amongst the trials 

she spares only an excuse