The doors.
They make you shiver.
They're so cold that you can see
Ice forming around the handles.
You are afraid of what is past
The doors. The doors. The doors.
Every day you go through the doors.
Every day you stay strong and face the challenges
That are behind the doors.
And the people crowd around
They scream behind the doors.
You're a ghost behind the doors
Your on a stage behind the doors.
The doors throw things at you
They stay with you in your safest place.
They force you to need people.
Why should you need people?
And then suddenly....
It feels like you will never be enough.
You don't fit in past the doors.
The coldness of them spreads throughout your body
With every touch.
Before you know it,
They have changed you.
They change how you look
They change what you do.
They change how you see.
They change what you feel.
They change what you think.
They put you through a machine.
Sometimes you don't come out alive.
They trick you.
They hate you.
They change you.
They kill you. They KILL you.
Run.
Don't let them catch you.
YOU ARE READING
In "The Feels"
PoezjaThis is a collection of poems written about life. I hope that you find them relatable and inspirational. More will be added on as time progresses. Enjoy 😊❤️
