the birds chirping,

clock ticking,

breeze blowing,

with her face within her beloved pillow

no, she's not upset, 

neither stressed nor depressed.

she just has a head full of mind

she hates the reality that herself isn't good enough,
she hates the world that doesn't have any ear to her.

she hates you too,
because you give her
such as an earworming carol in her head
that she can't even get rid of.

she prepared a retaliate,
the greatest melody she has ever made,
and I guess this one will be an earworm in your ear too!
but woefully,
you are a part of the world
that won't even give her an ear.