BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

I do what is needed.

Beyond the closed door in my room.

Venture onto a necessary social convention,

where I was surrounded by caring souls.

They were interested in my story,

my thoughts...

Then...

The party ended,and I closed the car door.

Back into my desperate world.

My secret life.

Pain makes you do funny things,

and the drive home was a very loud,

intense argument with myself.

You can almost convince yourself,

that you'll stay strong.

Overcome addiction.

However,after awhile,hope frosts over.

I'll get out of my car.

Limp my crippled ass into the house,

and shut another door.

Hey mom...

hey dad,sister,brother...

Hey elementary school teachers.

Coach.

First love.

Do you dare want to see what I'm doing behind all of these closed doors?