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.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I remember someone told me once that I didn't exist It wasn't that the human before them was nothing but an illusion
the veil for insecurity