The Grim

Sorry this is a but depressing... but everyone has a dark side, right?

What is the best way to exit a door?
Running out screaming or falling flat on the floor?
To be kicked in the back or to start a riot?
To forget the time spent or sneak out so quiet?

What is the best way to enter a room?
To smile and prance in or to carry the troubles that loom?
To taint the air with tension or to run straight back out?
With both you'd hardly notice if it were me we were speaking about.

I don't enter doors and I don't seem to leave,
I am silent and still with no room to breathe.
I live the middle place, in the land of the vacant,
How I enter or leave is insignificant.

A waste is all I am for forever and for now,
Nobody cares why and nobody cares how.
A baseless, faceless, lifeless void,
That has no capacity to feel happy or annoyed.
My speech is a howl of empty regret,
I am the nothing that you've gladly never met.
Doors here, doors there, but I am not allowed in,
For I belong in the airless darkness, in the sullen, in the grim.