She chose to remain quiet, everyone thought she was rude

She chose to spoke but they ignored her

She chose to help, they weren’t grateful

She chose not to, they called her selfish

She chose to care, they didn’t respect her

She chose not to, they shouted at her

She didn’t know what to do

She felt helpless and frustrated

They never acknowledged her

Never appreciated for her triumph

She knew that if she fought back

The world couldn’t stand it

Her anger was like a dormant volcano

She chose to remain calm and quiet

Knowing that the day will come

When no one dared to judge

And stood in awe at her

They approached her that day

To speak to her

But then she went back to her ‘People’