i wish my life was like a shop,
to be opened and closed,
when i want,
it would be open to me,
but closed to you,
coz i dont want you to see,
it's like you expect me to let you know,
exactly how i feel,
it's like your to afraid,
to let me be who i want to be,
i've fallen fool into thinking your my friends,
somebody i can trust,
but your the same as everyone else,
just want to see me fall,
buried by the crowd,
well, my friends,
im sorry to disappoint you,
coz i won't fall anymore,
you've lost my trust,
my friendship too,
because,
my whole window to my soul is,
closed!

Emma Jane Rae

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closed-8/