all of us

feels like my last moment The knock That knock at deaths door Interesting It happens to be my front door the very door to a house that don't exist A well worn lock without a key I break my own neck to look In disbelief I can't believe my own eyes it was only me We only know what we hide shouting at ourselves only in ourselves we confide no one else is listening we were taught that way I've been listening to myself for to long just what have I listened to and to what extent I can't listen to anymore !!!