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My doors are walls
Locked up with seals
Impenetrable by outsiders
Open only to the insistent

Standing behind the door
You might see an introvert
Closed up to life
Taking pleasure only in solitude

Peeking through the window Which I leave open
You might see an extrovert
Unconscious to prying eyes

But if I open the door to let you in
Welcoming you into my world
You’ll see that I am anything I want me to be…