Closet

Im stuck in a closet.

I live In a closet Painted In a spectrum. I live, Hidden away From people Who will judge The existence On my closet. I live, Opening my door To people I trust Hoping I won’t be hurt In the process. I’m living, Scared To leave The closet. I’m living In a closet And I’m scared To open my door And come out.

Author's Note

Can anyone relate?

Reviews

[ca.shorty]

That was me when I didn’t want to come out to my parents.

[Trapped]

Exactly what I am going through now.

[ca.shorty]

Hey just don’t have it happen like me. I told the wrong person and he told his mom who told my best friends mom who told my mom. Like yeah it sucked

[Trapped]

Wow that's terrible.
Hey great birthday present for a homophobic parent right?

[ca.shorty]

Yeah. Also if you wanna know what I’m going through read Cole’s Story. It’s legit my story lol a bunch of my friends said it was good.

[Trapped]

Ha. I'm going to start something like that soon. Stay close.

[Iam-me]

Great use of analogy inside this tight little bundle of an exceptional poem. Enjoyed it immensely. Could actually visualise me here.

[Trapped]

Thanks Dawn!
I'm glad you enjoyed it!