• When one door closes
    Another door opens
    Either im weak
    Or this handle is broken

    Because Ive been at door steps
    And they open so seldom
    And im left staring at doorways
    On mats that say "welcome"

    But those little door mats
    Are often misleading
    They stand guard on porches
    To keep you from seeing

    The shallow bitter person
    Behind red brick walls
    They peep through the peephole
    Taking note of your flaws

    Sizing you up to some
    Unrealistic standard
    Subjecting you to nothing more
    Than unrealistic slander

    But with years of frustration
    And anger uncut
    Ive nothing but pity
    For the door tightly shut