The Doors I Keep Shut

Some doors stay shut for a reason. Behind this one is the person I used to be.

The door I keep shut is not a room. It is a version of me.

In my JC days, and then in uni, I had a character I do not show anymore. Enigmatic, that is the word. The moment I entered a room, I had control of it. My friends, the people around me, everyone turned. I did not chase popularity. Popularity came to me, wherever I went.

People were drawn to me. That is the magnetic pull. Everyone wanted to be near me, to talk to me, to be part of whatever I was doing. And it drained me out. All that pull, all those people, it took everything from me.

So when the time came to settle down, I shut it down. I closed the door on that person and I locked it.

He is still in there. I know he is. Sometimes, late at night, I can still feel him behind the door.

But the door stays shut.