I have opened my doors to the public

I have admitted to feelings impure

I have fallen and I am broken

When will this torture end?

Did I ask, when I walked past,

For all of this foolish pretend

Did I beseech to never mend?

Oh! No truth behind these eyes

No secret meaning cleverly guised

Must I ask, must I beg

To know my own failure of fate

I have opened my doors to the public

I have admitted I am not only alone

But also I am lonely

And yet when they come through

They may stop, and they see

But the public I admired

They don't care about me