Do you ever wonder why
she lives behind a closed door?
Because what you may see will horrify
even the bravest from war.
Beyond that closed wood,
is the remembrance of a child.
And where she once stood,
broken and reviled.
On a good day,
she will appear composed,
but her eyes are grey,
and her heart undisclosed.
But once the door opens,
and her world is revealed.
They know she is broken,
and the disgust has no shield.
They see her as a freak.
They want her no more.
Because she is weak,
and should stay behind door.
