Standing in a hallway,
There's two doors to
Pick from.
One leads to a life,
Where a role is
Pushed away,
Then repeated.
It'll hurt you
On the inside.
The second door,
Leads to a free life,
Where you have to leave
Something you'd wish not.
It'll hurt you
On the inside.
Both are hard to choose...
.
.
.
.
.
So which door is the
Right door?
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
