The Closet

February 14, 2012
A closet
Perfect fit for me
Somewhere quiet I can be
As the doors slam loudly on my brain
I feel the slightest bit of pain
Yet I know who’s to blame
I’m the curse that’s being thrown
I feel its flicker as it’s blown
And that is why I resort to be
But then the sky turns bright blue
As people push their way on through
And you
You make me open up my closet
And feel more human than composite
I step out with baggage in hand
Knowing what I must withstand
But it’s worth it, to feel my feet, stand
As my voice takes its command
As I go out of my safety zone
Into the unknown
I feel happy and excited but only
I’m still lonely

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