Its all there on the page
Right before her
In her ear, like a gnat
Gnawing at her brain

Yet the window open
The smile on her face
Innocence doesn't become her

She steps on those below her
Thinking only of herself
Pain clawing through
The Jail where she lives

In the minds of observers
Its clear she's blind to why

Its written on the wall
We've all said it to her
So many ways

She's deaf to any criticism
Only thinking of herself

She cries at night
So much pity for the privileged
So much pain in her heart
Because she can't relate

She doesn't understand
Only thinking of herself
Ignorance doesn't become her

Insulated from those outside
Her private Jail
She waits