Contemplation

Noise

She started getting quieter

Her loud personality sunk into mumbled words,

Soft smiles that didn't light up anymore

Her demeanor was changed

She didn't radiate confidence

She apologized profusely for little things and felt tears threaten to spill when voices raised

She was fearful of speaking up

Scared to see what would happen if she unboxed herself

So she wrapped herself up and tied it neatly with a bow

Sighing as the box was pushed under a bed and began to collect the dust of aging