THE LOCKED DOOR

Did you ever notice
that there are three
different kinds of fear
inside of me?

The fear of talking
that keeps me silent,
easy to understand.
But
the other one is
the fear of silence
and she makes me
insecure
and incapable
of talking.

And that's the moment
the door closes
and I'm left alone
screaming for help
silently
but nobody's there.

No
one.

And when tears
start falling
nobody's there
catching them
for nobody's supposed
to open the door
and see me crying

'cause that's
the third one,
the fear of opening my heart
completely
no matter
how hard you try;

the door's locked
and I got the key.

Just
me.


08.07.2007



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