Here's a poem that I wrote: Do Not Disturb Do not disturb, demands the sign A girl hangs on her locked door Like it's her choice to be confined A story she believes no more. A bare room, her locked door hides With secrets scattered on the floor Pieces of pain can shatter her pride Aches from loneliness have no cure. So she keeps them to herself Her secrets on the ground Telling them to no one else Tales never to be found. But how would the story go If she let the sign come down? She doesn't need an ending though There's nobody around. Nobody's knocking either way Deep down she knows it, too Still she hangs that sign each day Mocking everything that's true. She likes the quiet, she insists Wearing her headphones on her ear Alone by choice, she's so convinced She doesn't want anyone here. The lock makes her feel secure And the sign's just like a crown For nobody can ignore She who never makes a sound.