Behind The Closed Doors Poem by Jacque Hardison

The life I live is tremendous.
Fame and pleasure, I need more.
Always outgoing and corageous
But what is behind the closed doors?

Pain and agony.
My body and spirit are sore.
Thoughts and emotions that poison my mentality.
Only behind the closed doors.

Many times I put on a fake smile.
Which is a hidden opium to your bore
Why judge my lifestyle?
Look behind the closed doors.

It is a living hell.
The flames covers up the bottom floor.
You honestly think I am well?
The answer is behind the closed doors.

You have done more harm than good.
Stabbed the heart to its core
How dare you say 'I am in a great mood'.
You know nothing behind the closed doors.

However it is not too late
This heart in which your knife tore
Can be sewed with faith
Do you want to enter the closed doors?

Understand my pain and save me please.
True love and friendship is needed or
You shall never enter, so take this key
And open up the closed doors.