I have a door
That people called it “heart”
I know when you have a door
You must be ready to open your door
For the guest in front of your door

And I open my door….

I let people in
I serve them a cup of hot tea
To make them relax
So we can discuss everything

In the first few minutes,
The tea still hot
We enjoy our convo
We warm each other
We comfort each of us

Then,
The tea is starting to get a little bit cold
We start to ruin everything
We get burned over a small thing
They start to judge the tea
And also the conversation is no longer warm
Its turn to blame everything

So, I exploded because of the words of those who judge me
Then I turn to close my door
I let them in front of the door
Cause I want to disappear behind the door
I think I shouldn’t let them in from the beginning
Cause everytime I do that
They can’t understand me till the end of time
So, it is better for me to close my door
From the start