Behind Closed Doors Poem by Leanna Page Markgraf

You tell them I'm crazy
that I have a wicked heart.
It's so easy to be deceived
by someone who has perfected the art.

The lies you tell to them
are nothing compared to what I tell myself.
Wishing for a day
that doesn't start in hell.

Behind the smiles
lies a story too hard to understand.
I've become afraid
to even hold his hand.

The most dangerous of people
often hide in plain sight.
Now the nightmares
don't just come at night.

He pushed me to the breaking point
I can't take it anymore.
the world will never see the monster
he becomes behind closed doors.