Small dark places are where I escape
Some may think it’s rather strange
That I seek solace in this place
So small and cramp
One can barely breath 
But here there is silence 
No yelling mothers 
Or scolding fathers
No angsty sisters 

The social standards 
The moral obligations 
The high moral of friends
There are no guns in my closet
Just clothes and shoes
And the gentle beat of my heart
So here I wait for the world to sleep
Till I can calm down and breath
Get my thoughts in order 
Small and dark and hidden safe 

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Wow this poem is really good.

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