Locked Doors

Now that we have reaffirmed,
That all your problems are my fault,
I wonder if you can see me crying,
Behind locked doors.
You think what you say doesn't hurt me,
Because I am nothing more than a selfish little brat.
And maybe I am, but still it hurts.
Every word you say, a jagged piece of glass,
Tearing at my soul.
And when I brake down, and cry,
You tell me I'm trying to make you feel bad.
I'm not.
Or maybe I truly am like you.
I hope to God I'm not.
And so I've learned to cry quietly,
Behind locked doors.