The door is open –

Come, look inside

I have everything to show

And nothing to hide,

The pretty bedspread with flowers

The sweet fragrance in the air

The warm sunlight shining through the window

The child on the bed without a single care,

How beautiful, how simple, how precious –

The door is closed –

Come, press with your ear

I have nothing to give

And everything to fear,

The fragile flowers are wilted

The air, thick with muffled screams

The darkness fills the room with breathtaking ease

The child on the floor shaking in pain,

How honest, how fractured, how sad –

To show only what they want

To hide everything that truly is,

To create the ideal mask

To die every day behind it,

To focus on survival

To never consider living –

This is the child you raised

Seemingly perfect

And sane and simple and wonderful

Yet broken

And torn and confused and silent –

Never will the thoughts escape

Nor will the words ever shape

For they are more comfortable with the lie

Because the cost of the truth is too high.The door is open –

Come, look inside

I have everything to show

And nothing to hide,

The pretty bedspread with flowers

The sweet fragrance in the air

The warm sunlight shining through the window

The child on the bed without a single care,

How beautiful, how simple, how precious –

The door is closed –

Come, press with your ear

I have nothing to give

And everything to fear,

The fragile flowers are wilted

The air, thick with muffled screams

The darkness fills the room with breathtaking ease

The child on the floor shaking in pain,

How honest, how fractured, how sad –

To show only what they want

To hide everything that truly is,

To create the ideal mask

To die every day behind it,

To focus on survival

To never consider living –

This is the child you raised

Seemingly perfect

And sane and simple and wonderful

Yet broken

And torn and confused and silent –

Never will the thoughts escape

Nor will the words ever shape

For they are more comfortable with the lie

Because the cost of the truth is too high.