My mind is a collection of doors.
I stand amazed, walking down the long corridor.
Left and right, there's hundreds of rooms.
Each contain memories, I assume.
I open one door, what will I find?
I seem to be looking at myself at age five.
No worries, just unbrushed hair and mis-matched dress.
My daddy always tried his best.
I close the door, the next I face.
I am now looking at myself at age eight.
The day my heart broke, my daddy said, "you and your momma are moving up North,"
Daddy wasn't going, thus began the back and forth.
My heart couldn't take it, I had to close the door.
I open a new door, hoping the pain will lessen.
I am now facing myself at the age of eleven.
Awkward moments and stupid trends,
As well as some regretted friends.
I close the door, and keep on going,
Until I find myself at the age of fourteen.
Laughter with old friends breaks my heart yet again,
As I try to think about where those good times went.
I go on to the next door and wipe my tears clean,
I see that I am now at the age of sixteen.
A girl who is trying to fix her mistakes,
I see myself stress out and it makes my heart ache.
I close the door to find another,
But instead see the doors disappear altogether.
I am slowly coming out of my own mind,
With the lesson that everything will be just fine.
