Behind Closed Doors
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I will never understand what we fear.
The feelings that we have, suddenly disappear .
We laugh and play but when your gone they reappear.
The mask that we wear, it hides it all,
There it is
The Door.
You know the one
You pass it every single day
This time, though
You stop and look
Just briefly
Then hurry on your way
You start to wonder
What is behind it?
Lots of people knew the beautiful family-
The Mours, that is.
But they don't know what happens
when the teenage boy's stepfather
gets a little too drunk.
Big D will be fifteen beers into a bender
We hope and wish dreams come true
But in the end they never do.
We pray they stay
But eventually we all walk away.
People don't realize the pain and agony
They just pretend to walk beside me
