Click
My mind closes the door, and locks it

Pound
On the door, begging to be let out

Why?
Do I consider it

Closer
I walk, unaware yet aware of the danger inside

Consider
The inside of the locked seems better than before

But
I know the lie

False
A life I do not want lies inside

Walk
From the door, like a man in chains

Dark
The room behind the does lies

Broken
The things inside will shatter me

Yet
I turn, and look ahead.

(theinkthatspeaks.blogspot.com)