Behind Closed Doors.

you don't see me behind closed doors. who she is i'm still not sure. she tries to prepare herself because she knows you want more. painting her face she'd rather be a whore. it's better than what you don't see behind these closed doors. it's never enough she makes it more tough that it really has to be. her inner beauty she refuses to see. she's the other side of me the girl that can't cope. the part of me that feels no hope. she's nothing without her shell her inside she repels she damns herself to hell. it's her dirty little secret she locks the image away but she's compelled to keep it. if only the costume were real she cries. if only she could feel and function without these beautiful lies covering the hideous outside. caught up in running from her made up demise. it's so sad she doesn't realize she's already lost. paying such a high cost for figments of imagination caught up in her infatuation of someone else's perception blind to the deception of the exterior and she created it the feeling of being inferior. it creeps up someone has to die. the time comes nearer and nearer. someone has to say goodbye. love michelle.