Useless. . .

Her hand caresses the icy wall covered in dust
She collects pieces of carpet in her palm
Her mind is contained within these walls
Never to escape that fate

Sudden darkness fills her room
A criminal smile creeps across her face
The night owl prowls out on the land
In search of nothing that brings happiness
Just unclear memories

She has no friends, just adverse acquaintances
Relationships requires too much

She hides from her true potential and self
And neglects the rest of salvation
Their opinions don't matter

Significance doesn't seem to subsist
She would rather recluse her competence
And prove nothing but despair
But Her eyes show it all

She walks the ground away
The destination matters not
Her focus becomes foggy
As She falls. . .