Taylor Swift in a Psych Ward

In halls where echoes softly weep,
Dreams and fears begin to seep.
A gilded voice, now raw, confined,
Seeking peace within her mind.

Walls adorned with shadowed pain,
Yet melodies still form a chain.
Notes of hope through chaos stream,
Turning anguish into dream.

In quiet rooms where silence screams,
A poet’s heart reclaims her themes.
For even stars can lose their light,
And find it brighter through the night.