Stuck in a Closet

As you can see from my other poems, I have been playing around with my style a bit.

Hide in a closet
You assume
All is good
But never assume

For I hide
For a reason
For I’m here
Because of treason

I cry
But why
Is it because I wore a smile
Or because you left me here
To cry for awhile

The reason
I hide
Is cause of treason
But who betrayed who

The liar
The actor

Or you
The one
Who left me here
When the situation became dire