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>>