Chains Lock Doors

Behind locked doors,

Is a intertwining maze of pain

It is complicated unlike a game,

Myself is not the same,

I am stressed,

I fall short,

With nothing to gain,

Behind locked doors,

I bang head my head against the floor,

As they painfully curse at me forevermore,

With racial slurs,

They keep on saying them more and more,

On the outside I am fine,

But deep within it brings a shiver down my spine,

My stomach flips inside out,

When they say how they hate me people,

This makes me feel like an outsider,

Like I am unequal,

When they ask if I am ok,

Yes I say in every way,

But behind locked doors,

I limp across the broken floor,

I ache forevermore,

I feel each action like a chore,

I am stressed,

I always regret,

Every action that I make,

I want say the truth of how I feel,

I want to say what’s true what’s real,

But in the outside I nod and say yes I am ok,

But do not listen,

For that is lies,

Do not listen to my own pride,

This false,

Behind true,

If only I could unlock those doors for you,

I if only I could give the keys,

Then I will be relieved,

I will sleep in peace,

Under a deep slumber,

Finally sleep,

Sleep in heavenly peace

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    1. Thanks for taking the time to comment,Lillie! I’m glad you found the article helpful and are excited to share it with your sister.

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