In This Closet

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


  • Mike carter

    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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