Behind Closed Doors

You’re screaming, you’re yelling

You’re crying in the night

You wish to forget

You wish to change

What’s written in stone

 

People can’t comprehend

Because they just don’t know

What happens behind closed doors

They’ll never hear the moans

With the bruises on the arm

 

Lovers will be haters

Abusers will be saints

People won’t speak

It’ll be their secret to keep

Behind those closed doors

 

Flash forward ten years

The child is no longer young

Living in the shadows

Of a world far gone

 

Her comfort is not found

Not with people

But with the edge of a razor

With relief in control

 

What would she change,

in this world so cold?

Would she change her life?

Or what’s she become?

 

Would she change the past,

with all the scars it made?

Would she change the hell,

which her life has become?

 

Perhaps, not yet

Change does not begin with oneself

For only one life would be changed

One life out of a million

Now, isn’t that odd?

 

Change the abusers

The ones who beat,

That trample the ground

And multiply like a pesticide

 

Change the reason behind the pain

Behind the scars and the lies

Change where it started

Behind closed doors

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