As though the door as closed
People hide in their lives
Acting trapped
Nothing is left but turmoil.

Strange days turn to strange nights
No relief from existence
Behind the mask of insecurities
That shame them.

As though they are dirt
They allow people to walk on them
Never pick themselves back up
To feel as though on two feet.

Guiding light seems to disappear
As they age into disparity
Like a black hole of death
Life seems like a seclusion.

No longer choices
Seem to be their...