Stuck in the Closet
It's dark and coldYou're on your own
You're stuck in the closet
You want to escape
You want to choose your fate
You want to leave the closet
While nobody's staring
While nobody's caring
You make your way out of the closet
When you get out
Everyone shouts
You're finally out of the closet
The smile on your face
Begins to fade
They hate that you're out of the closet
Everything's changed
Nothing's the same
You miss being in the closet
Nothing is what it seems
It was just a terrible dream
You've always been stuck in the closet
This Poems Story
My poetry was how I expressed myself. I felt alone and I was insecure about who I was. Writing was my only escape. This poem is based off my fear and anxiety and how eventually I gained confidence and learned to accept myself. Poetry is a powerful thing and something that I'll never take for granted.
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