Secluded up in the attic of her mind
Only she holds the key; the door remains locked
Lonely is she not for she has come to find
“I am the only one that can ensure I am blocked”
To take away the pain she has found a place to hide
Used and abused no she is not having an attitude
Doing what she must trying to decide
Eternally will it be that she is stuck in her own silent solitude

Christina Bledsoe

*An acrostic is a poem where the first letter of each sentence going down spells out the title

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