Behind These Bedroom Doors

I wrote this poem basically saying that no one will ever know what lies behind my bedroom doors unless they stop their constant yelling and begin to notice that what they're doing is not right.

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
No one will ever know.
For within these bedroom walls,
My heart cries out,
It aches at the sound of the constant yelling,
When the night draws near,
I fear these demons that lie around me,
They turn the lies into chaos,

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
Only my ears have heard,
Heard my tears that I cry every single night,
Tears of anger, sadness, and confusion,
Wondering what went wrong,
Am I at fault for the things that go on,
In my world,
Who can I turn to?

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
No one can comprehend,
The anger that boils deep own within me,
You can't seem to understand the reason why,
Why I struggle to do so good,
I block out the pain,
But in turn block out the goodness I have had,
What's wrong with me?

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
Who'll understand?
Am I a mistake in your eyes,
Something you can't undue.
I cry the night away,
Wondering if the world of mine has fallen,
Fallen in to a crazy mess,
My life is in complete ruins.

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
No one will ever know,
What goes on inside of this mind of mine,
Will anyone come and save this hurting soul,
No one will ever understand why I don't show my love,
Or show this tender heart that yearns for compassion,
Won't you oh Lord come to my aide,
I pray that you will.

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
Who can I tell my feelings to?
When the yelling starts,
I retreat to the corners of my room,
And wish for the morning to come,
For when the darkness comes,
I fear the tension that rises in the night,

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
No one will know unless they dare,
Dare to venture forth into this different world of mine,
This world were a young woman wonders about the world's mysteries,
Wondering why she's picked out from the crowd,
Wondering why she's not seen or heard at times,
Will you oh Lord come to this hurting soul,
What lies behind these bedroom doors,

What lies behind these bedroom doors,
No one will ever know,
Unless they stop,
Stop the constant fighting,
And began to recall,
The reasons why I run to my bedroom,
When the sun goes down,
I'll fear the tension that'll rise in the night time air.

Author's Note

What do you think?