Small Spaces
Hanging around in the dark,
It’s small and crowded
And I’m surrounded
The tiny room bursts with clothes,
Which press up against my mouth
Preventing me from shouting out
I want to scream the truth!
But I’m so scared…
All I want is to be myself!
Living in this closet is a burden I can no longer bear.
© 2013 VicRomero
<<I wrote this…a little less than a year ago…kinda brushed my conflicting thoughts off with this poem>>

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hansales1088
Beautiful I feel like this right now
vieromero
i just had someone else tell me that about a blog i wrote…lol well i’m glad u can relate to it x