My Doors

im locking my own doors. closing myself in from the outside. shes screaming but out my mouth reigns silence. quietly i follow but shes kicking in the walls. what can i do? mourn in myself or fall to my knees in public. i can never fall, i was never taught, so let me sit in this torture chamber, let her beat below the surface, we'll be of no like in public and cry together in secret. Ill be perfect like they want.





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purple_people_eater2 said...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 1:48 pm

its like having two selves. the one you show to the world, who they want you to be, and the one you keep hidden, the one no one wants to see.

You can smile on the surface, but be beating yourself up on the inside. Because the one you keep hidden wants to be let out, wants to be known

 
project827 said...
Mar. 21, 2009 at 1:13 am
very good writing, i love your writing. But i really have no idea whats going on in this one. ?-shrug-?
 
baron said...
Mar. 21, 2009 at 12:00 am
interesting vary well written. keep writing
 
Kataria D. said...
Mar. 19, 2009 at 8:39 pm
i love this. this i very well written. i think that you are a great writer.
 
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