Behind closed doors
And curtains drawn
I sit in the darkeness
And cry until dawn.

No one knows
Or even cares
What secrets
My soul bears.

Alone in the dark
I sit and write
letting my secrets out
in the dim light.

I set the pen down
At the paper, I look
And with a slight frown, I fold
The paper and place it in my book.

A book hidden in a box
One that is hidden away
In a cabinet where
Only I can find it each day.

Then I go back
And do what I usually do
Lay on my bed
Thinking about you.

Behind closed doors
And curtains drawn
I sit in the darkeness
And cry until dawn.

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