i have a question for you,
and i do not mean to pry -
why is it you hide from me,
just to go and cry?

"then i have one for you,
if you do not mind -
why do you stay inside your head?
what do you hope to find?"

you must answer my question first,
and then i'll answer yours -
why do you go and cry
behind those open doors?

"i do not wish for you to hear
all of my misery,
so i run and hide beyond those doors
so that you do not see."

then why leave them open?
if you do not want me to see,
then would it not be best to close that door,
so we'd see neither depression nor glee?

"that is a separate question,
so now you'll answer mine."
because inside my head,
everything stays in line.

i do not have to worry
about hatred or deceit -
i know when they are there,
and when i'll face defeat.

although i don't control it,
my mind belongs to me.
even if i share it,
it is my reality.

"oh. wow.
well, i guess that makes sense.
it's just... weird.
i mean, no offense..."

so, now it's your turn.
"what? no it's not."
yes. it is.
did you think that i forgot?

"i'll have to tell you later.
i really need to go."
but then you never tell me,
and now i'll never know

but i can still guess why,
and you'll probably never quit -
you want someone to hear you,
so they'll come and ask about your story.
and then,
maybe,
they'll get to hear it.