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.