She owns a little corner of this crowded room.
A corner that seems to be so much about her,
But seems not able to bring up
All the things about her.
She is quite,
Yet everyone knows about her.
Everyone tend to keep an eye on her;
She seems to be a jewel worth keeping for.
She is fragile, sensitive and a bit irritable
It seems that she needs so much of my affection
Someone who seeks attention.
A vulnerable one.
She is a silent killer.
I killed myself willing because of her
And wherever she is in this crowded room
I can still hear but will never be tempted again by her loud silence.