Being isolated
In an empty room,
Sits a figure with
Twisted legs and tangled hair.
She stares at the door
And waits for it to be opened.
Sounds all around her
Make her dance to see
Where they come from.
She waits and wonders
Until the doors finally opens.
She is forcefully sucked out
From her isolation room
To be welcomed by unwelcoming people
Who have dreams and desires
That don't include her needs.
So now they're here,
Throwing it all away.
This poem has a hidden meaning to it. So, what title should I give it according to what you think the meaning is?
In an empty room,
Sits a figure with
Twisted legs and tangled hair.
She stares at the door
And waits for it to be opened.
Sounds all around her
Make her dance to see
Where they come from.
She waits and wonders
Until the doors finally opens.
She is forcefully sucked out
From her isolation room
To be welcomed by unwelcoming people
Who have dreams and desires
That don't include her needs.
So now they're here,
Throwing it all away.
This poem has a hidden meaning to it. So, what title should I give it according to what you think the meaning is?