It's hard to breathe in here
The air is tainted with dust.
I'm cramped, I'm trapped, I'm stuck
In this closet
I wish I could leave, but I can't,
For I will receive hate and rejection if I did.
So i'll just sit in this uncomfortable silence
And make myself at home once more
In this closet
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Author:
Crystal Moon (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2015 23:16
- Comment from author about the poem: As an agender, asexual, and aromantic person, I feel very unrepresented in the lgbt+ community. I made this poem for everyone hiding their sexuality/gender identity, although I personally wrote it because I have been in the closet about all identities listed for a long time. My whole school knows, but my parents and relatives do not. I am here for all of the queer, rejected kids who come on social media sights for love and acceptance that people in real life do not give you.
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- Users favorite of this poem: melisa alpizar, De-nyce_A
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Comments1
well its fair to say a whole lot more people know now, and that can only help to break down barriers that are so reviled,
my very best going forward
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