The Closet Window

I look around and see that

Everyone's out and proud.

They're championing each other

In this colorful festival that I never really understood

But have always admired.

I'm locked in a tiny closet

That seems to get smaller and smaller each day.

I see everyone out there

But I wonder

Who's championing me?

Do they know I exist?

Do they care?

I still look through the window of my closet

Hoping I can be there someday

Hoping this closet will not close in on me.

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