There is a monster in my closet. It is big and cruel, and ugly. It is exteremly loud and yelling on the top of his voice towards me. We say to stay away from that dark place and lock the door behind us. It is as if there is no existing emotion in that closet. Does anyone care about this creature living in my closet? I have fallen into this deep dark closet and can't get up. I'm staring straight into his clentched fist, and still no one wants to talk bout the monster in my closet. It's killing me physically, mentally and emotionally.