“Behind Closed Doors”
By Ashley O’Hare
Behind closed doors,
my life is a mess.
I have forgotten which dreams are mine
and which ones are in disguise.
I choose my clothes for strangers,
not once consulting the mirror.
I shove my feelings under the couch
next to the memories my heart cares about.
The beginning of October,
The end of May–
on the calendar,
they remain ordinary days.
I keep a blank face
so nobody sees me as a disgrace.
If they squeezed the tears
from my pillow,
they would finally know
it was all a show.
ashleyohare 