BEHIND MY CLOSED DOOR

THROUGH ALL MY BATTLES TO SURVIVE

THERE WERE MANY DAYS I LAID AND CRIED

BEHIND MY CLOSED DOOR I CRIED AND CRIED

WHEN IT OPENED, OH HOW I LIED

FILLED WITH FEAR OF THE REJECTION I’D ENDURE

IT SEEMED EASIER TO MAKE BELIEVE I WAS OK

WHEN REALLY I WAS JUST WASTING AWAY

BUT, OH HOW IT WOULD HURT TO LEARN PEOPLE

KNEW I WAS ILL AND STILL BE LEFT BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR