Closed Poem by Kassie B

So many times this has been ran through,
Too many open doors.
Not enough aware,
how can you call one your 'best',
When they are the complete opposite?
At first it seems real,
then a nightmare escapes and spreads,
as though it's a rumor of such.
With being closed seems as a weakness,
but is the most powerfullest thing to act,
next to releasing.
But still,
down you fall,
as you let one spread a disease.