Turn of the lights,
Close the doors.
Their stares are like daggers.
I can only glare back.
Their cries feel
Like weights on my shoulders.
I feel the guilt
But I don't like to say that.
I'm a bad person.
Yes, I've already heard.
It rings in my ears.
Turn off the lights,
And bolt down the doors.
Cause I don't know,
What I'm in for.
