The locked door in front of me
So dark, I can barely see
A big door, wooden and weak
With every gust it gives a creak
Whats behind I may not know
I will only find out if I go
My greatest fears lie behind
If I open the door It's me they find
Do I want them to find me? I cant tell...
I can hear their silent yells
Maybe I should just turn back now
But the problem is I don't know how
Which route did I take to find myself here?
My mind is foggy, anything but clear
Thats it, im going through the door in front
My hearts beating too fast, My soul they will haunt
The door clicks, It unlocks on its own
I should have turned back, I should have known
But I open the door and the wind shows my doom
As the darkness inside comes out to consume.
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The Misunderstood- Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for those people (especially teenagers like myself) who feel trapped or scared sometimes. Hope you like it! Will write more if people like it!
