Trapped

In opera houses confidence sings
But inside closets we hear no ring
Of love thyself and all before
So we just fall back to the floor.
They say it's better out in the light
But in the light there is a sight
Of hate and torture knocking on the door
To scare us all back to the floor.
With coats and shoes; with rats and snakes
We all just search for one safe place
To be ourselves and nothing more
So we don't fall back to the floor.