The Door

My name is Angel, for I am good,
no, call me the devil, your sin is my food.
I am youthful, I am old.
I am burning, I am cold.
I am worthless yet I am gold.

On my own, and destined to be alone,
no, I am legion, altogether, in numbers we've grown.
I am solid, I am hollow.
I am deep and I am shallow.
In shackles but I am free, all these are now me.

I am beautiful, perfect, like how you see me before.
No, I am hideous, now flawed is what I am, nothing more.
I am exposed, I am stealthy.
I am innocent, I am guilty.
And even with all my love, hate dwells inside me.

There is danger in opening doors.

I am real, this is true,
no, call me fake, with my lies, I am all of you.
I am the giver, I am the taker.
I am the maker, I'm the destroyer.
A virgin and a whore, these I am, and more.

I am silence, quiet, hush hush like the dead,
no, I am noise, cranked up and distorted.
I am the night, I am the day.
The predator and the prey.
Hear me fucking swear while looking up the heavens, I kneel and pray.

I am weak, for I gave you love,
no, I am strong, for I gave you love.
I am worthy, but still unworthy.
I am sick, I am healthy.
I have beggared yet I am wealthy.

There is danger in opening doors.
This, I have painfully learned.

No longer exposed to the eyes of many.
No longer be judged by the minds of most.
For as of now, the door that once let you people in is closed.