Whispers in the hall

I hear them, whispering outside my door
Should we check on her?
No, she needs to deal with this
on her own, you heard her.

Yeah, but what if she needs something,
I hear a sigh, she knows where we are, come on.

I hear footsteps shuffling down the hall
and shut the door.
How am I to deal with this.

I curl myself into a tighter ball and try
to shut the world out, as his lyrics about
us litter my bedroom floor,
along with the emotions and feelings
no one will hear ever again.

(c) 2012 Kimber Michaela