Keyhole Poem by Ima Ryma

There is a keyhole I peek out
To see what's going on outside.
Whatever I see, I have doubt
That it is anything good I'd
Be bettered by, so better that
I stay inside all safe and sound
Within my mental habitat.
There is no key that I have found
To open up my mind to more.
I am content to just remain
Hidden behind my mind's closed door,
To open up might just cause pain.

There is no key I want to find
To fit the keyhole of my mind.