Doors slammed closed
shutting in your little lives
driving me back to
the place
I hoped to escape.
Through memories of forgotten pain
the images of contorted smiles
The twisted face of brutal rage
Unthoughtful in your cruelty
you expect to much
of me.
You didn't
understand, though you ask.
When I explain, you complain,
say
"oh you're unfair"
So I'm forced to act,
be more than
I can truly be
to give you ease.
Then slamming doors
drive nails through my heart
a pain I thought I'd
fled
trying to let you survive
You prosper as my freedom
bleeds
away, sold with peace and rest
The price of your enjoyment
My life
forced back on memories
best forgotten
feelings impaled on times gone
past
How can you understand
when you know not who I am.
Don't realise the
pain I've felt.
The pain you can yet inflict
slamming doors, in sealed
rooms
waking memories in my head
