being in the closet
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Housekeeping
I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with closets.
On one hand it’s been a safe spot wasn’t it?
A haven to escape to when I was afraid,
Welcome to the Closet.
Here you will discover the many wonderful things I cherish.
On multicolored hangers, an array of shirts and dresses are organized by
clothing type.
I can't be what I am
They won't see me for what I was
Shoved into a closed box, crammed
I don't wanna be their lost cause
I need an escape, a break
from this reality
My life at stake, can't relate
The closet was deep, but not wide.
There was a box,
It was full, and so was I.
I couldn't stay,
I had to come out,
It was just too hard to hold in.
I remember someone told me once that I didn't exist
It wasn't that the human before them was nothing but an illusion
