How does sleet form?

Just read and tell me your thought.
I feel like a stranger in my own home
And now I feel so alone
Sitting in my room
Waiting for my doom
And Alas it comes
In the form of a soul that always enters with a thump
You must embrace it
You will NEVER escape it
It's a constant thought in your head
When you'll be free from this dread
It doesn't matter if you call for help
Nobody does anything cause they're on the top shelf
They're ready for display
Until they decay
And then ONLY then
Will you unveil the truth behind their disgusting ways
But until then you must stay silent
And let the truth stay tucked away
And let every tear that is shed off your face
Be a reminder of the acts that took place that day