I hear a knock upon the door.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Who could it be knocking on my door?

Some friendly? Someone nice?

Or is it someone I abhor?

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Go away! Can’t you see? I don’t want to open my door!

Pain and anguish wait outside–

The face of love is only a masquerade.

KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!

I look in the peephole and no one is there.

They’ve left at last- no need to despair.

My heart is heavy with emptiness and my eyes fill with tears. My door stayed shut once again, leaving me with my fears. It only took three knocks this time before the people disappeared. No wonder I keep my door shut- here one minute and gone the next- people are all alike. One more knock and I’d have taken the chance, but now my chance is gone.