Shatter

She sits alone in a cold dark room. 
When will she be able to break from the doom? 
Her eyes are heavy her legs are week. 
She can't seem to reach her peak! 

All she wants is to leave this space to run free in a familiar place. 
Heart is pounding, stomach will drop but only when put on the spot. 
The walls are closing, all must stop, only when the clock is dropped. 
The paper in hand, the words are there, but no one will ever see the ink it bares. 

The mask she bares is wearing thin, the layers will no longer hide. 
Its colors, they fade and wash away with all the coming tide. 

As the brush of life grows brittle and thin, the letters on white don't matter. 
Her words and thoughts crumble away, with sadness brings the shatter.