What would you do when all the doors close?
After you open each one you never find what you’re looking for
When I opened the first door behind it was a chess piece reminding me of my dad who I was







Before. A game my dad was champion at. I played it so I could spend time with him but soon



He left and so did my interest in that door



one closed.

When I opened the next door a picture of a bike appeared I rode my bike up and down the street and at one time made two friends we’d play all day long each day better than the last.
Until I moved away leaving them again. Behind this door only memories of leaving behind the people I care about .Starting fresh all over again I reach my hand out grab the next door behind this one a pencil.

Sparking memories of school BORING LONELY SUCCESSFULL each year memories of



A’s and academic acknowledgement constantly receiving awards one after another always achieving going beyond and above. But there was a shadow of me lingering around never talking to scared of everything around her nobody ever pays her attention blending in to the background afraid of trying to be herself with that this door swings shut.

The last door appears this door shows music my favorite pass time being alone and ignored is
Hard especially when you realize how different you are
No one thinks the way I do
No one acts the way I do
No one sees me the way I do there are many different types of music some are loved and others
Fade into obscurity. I feel invisible to everyone I meet as if I’m from some foreign world.

as the last door closes I look in the mirror I see nothing at all so I ask again what do you do when all the doors close when you find the rainbow’s end where all your hopes and dreams fade away when your reach the end of the rope when you doors close









SIMPLE YOU WAIT FOR ANOTHER ONE