Diamond Doors
The doors to our life
like an open book
causing people to judge
but our stories
will move mountains.
We can't see out
feeling trapped
we are spinning
around and around.
The life misleading others
only causing confusion
and dizzyness.
We only try to open the door to escape
to run away from trouble
and to cuddle with fear.
The doors sparkle only to break.
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