The doors are locked. The blinds are
closed. No light in. No light out.
Shut in and shut out. Not many
possess the key. Hidden from
the world. Behind closed doors
is where he stays. They say it is
a phase. He doesn’t show his face.
Stuck in place: defeated. Tired.
Unmotivated. Losing the race. Hurt.
Damaged. When on the other side
of the door, he puts on a mask:
a mask sporting a big smile.
He can only do this for awhile.
He pushes on without hesitation.
When around others, he leaves
nothing to the imagination. He is
in pain; no one would suspect a thing.
No one knows what he doesn’t show.
He fights his battle alone: behind
closed doors, yet he is still strong.
On the other side of the door, he’s
a soldier at war. He ignores the scars.
He shelters others from the rain.
He does his best to maintain.
He’ll leave the house: just not today.


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