I used to be so open,
letting secrets secrete
from once sealed lips.
I formerly revealed
the hidden corridors
of my thoughts and
my private feelings.
But now the door has
closed on my fingers.
The peepholes covered
with dust since no one
dares to peek in.
The secrets are still
begging to spill out,
but I swallow them
‘til they eat my insides.
My heart aches because
of the pain I keep within.
If only, they could
hear my screams from
behind closed doors.