In a quiet room where dreams once soared, A girl with colors flowing in her mind, With canvas dreams and so stories untold, She entered a school with hope in her heart, But soon the magic "poof!" goodbye! As lines and rules began to confine her. Each morning bright, she’d pick up her pen, Excited to share the worlds she had built, Yet day after day, her spirit grew small, In a sea of papers, her colors ran dry, The array creation turned into a rare find And slowly her laughter began to chuckle goodbye Letters and numbers filled every space, Creative heart stifled by rigid design, Through typing and testing, imagination was drowned, What once was a canvas now feels like a cage, In silence she wonders where her dreams went in a daze A girl who once painted with vivid strokes, Now scribbles in margins, her vision is now pale With each passing day, the colors grew slower Yet deep in her heart, a whisper remains, To break free one day and reclaim her voice.