Behind The Closed Doors

I endure the pain

To know that I can still feel

So that I have something

To give the readers

Who don't see I'm

Hidden under a black cloud

Of depression and anxieties

That I cannot escape

Not even in the pages I write

But if you ask me

I'm fine and living the greatest life

Behind the closed doors

I sit under a running shower

So you won't see the tears of assurance

That fall down blue eyes

They don't see me

Using this as recreation

Instead of getting high

Just to endure another day

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Few show real face. I lost my true face, many moons ago. I don't know. Maybe we suppose to change? I understand your words. Lost dreams, fear and being in the wrong place. Maybe, we need to began again? Wonderful words shared, made the reader ponder and think. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
' Coyote

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of either major depression or depression related to PTSD. Not sure I understand the term "tears of assurance."