I opened my doors
I let them in
All to see
See what frightened meThey all ran
Ran far away
They stayed awayI shut down
I never opened
Opened those doors
The doors of me
They were locked
Locked and rustedThen one day
This nice guy
He walked up
Saw my chains
Saw me
He didn't care
He wanted to helpI was scared
Scared if I open he would run
Run and hide
Hide like the others
Never to be seenThis man
He was different
I told him my problems
He listened
He waited
He wanted me to open
Open for everything to seeI opened my rusted doors
They felt like pain
Pain being restored
The pain went awayMy doors remained open
But still a secondary lock
A lock still yet to be openedHere we are
To let him in, Scares meI will try
Try to be honest
Try to be brave
But what I will sayThey are open
People will see
I am not afraid
Not afraid any longer
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Struggles of self hate And Doubt
PoetryA book of poetry spanning scared to open up, to jealousy, to just scared