The Secret Door

There is a door behind a wardrobe
Hinges rusty and wood splintered
Empty, they say, just a cupboard.

Something is hiding in that place
Everyone is trying to stop me getting in
Cupboards don't need this treatment
Real truths are locked inside it
Everybody knows but me
The secret of the door.

Don't hide away the truth from me
Open the door in front of me
Open it, show me the cupboard
Rusty hinges scrape and then...

This was a competition entry - 'The Secret Door' was a given title. Never heard anything from the ppl I sent it off to...
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