She's too stuck in her own head

Leaving so many thoughts unsaid

Quiet, silent, hiding from her dread

Muting, muted, for the whisper she fed.

Chasing what she thought she yearned

Through a maze that turned and turned,

Past her conscience that burned and burned,

Dismissing every piece of logic she learned.

She found her way to the end of her thoughts

Glaring at the social girl's corpse that still rots

Until she realizes that not all ends actually meet,

Some are destined to cut off with the rest of them.