i didnt write this
From the Other Side of a Locked Door
Shades drawn
Chair against the door
She faces the Mirror
And turns ever so slowly
Watching her body’s reflection in the glass
Raises her arms and points to her toes
Now a side view
Thick of stomach
She quivers
Imperfect
She’ll run more
Maybe six miles tonight
A glass of juice
Or an apple if she has to….
Someone’s calling through the keyhole
There’s piano to practice
Homework to do
She blocks the doorway
And wipes her tears
She knows she’s falling
And she wants them to catch her
And hold her
And save her
They would do it for her too, if only they knew
She’s played on too long now
And there’s no turning back
Hung head and empty mouth
It’s all about control
And she’s finally learned her role
Shades drawn
Chair against the door
She faces the Mirror
And turns ever so slowly
Watching her body’s reflection in the glass
Raises her arms and points to her toes
Now a side view
Thick of stomach
She quivers
Imperfect
She’ll run more
Maybe six miles tonight
A glass of juice
Or an apple if she has to….
Someone’s calling through the keyhole
There’s piano to practice
Homework to do
She blocks the doorway
And wipes her tears
She knows she’s falling
And she wants them to catch her
And hold her
And save her
They would do it for her too, if only they knew
She’s played on too long now
And there’s no turning back
Hung head and empty mouth
It’s all about control
And she’s finally learned her role