Why She's Crazy

Her tears drag down like hailstorms - leaving welts across her face. Her shrieks & cries for help - have driven everyone away. Perhaps it's been her silence, though - thats earned her such a grief. Or possibly her drive- that's sought for beauty; buried deep. It likely, could be foolishness - (for) she's chased such childish dreams. With expectations far too high- (of) those who far exceed her league. Does she not get she'd be better off- if she'd ever shut her mouth? Or will she ever understand- tears won't save her through droughts? Her words have rendered useless- never mattered in any way. See, if shed learn her place, perhaps- a man might wish to stay.