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