They called her an oddity,

The girl who had secrets locked inside her,

Deep within

She put up a quiet front,

Mysterious and meek

Who knew what ugly truth she kept,

Under the thick sheets?

Strange and peculiar,

They all scrutinised her

She kept everything under lock and key,

Under the blankets of lies

What did she have to hide?

Why was she oddly shy?

No one would know,

Her secrets buried deep below,

But only her outer mould,

Her little show

The peculiar oddity,

Whose deathly truths would remain untold,

For as long as eternity.