Baby,
I am Trapped in re closet that's in me
Monday through to Sunday I feel the pain in me
Trapped in the construct of my own misery
Pushed down to make way for my own shade
Never could I make myself this afraid
Now I am stuck in my own closet whilst I use my body anyhow like it's an arcade
I could ask for help but my
ego is too big to ask for aid
It's 2:30am and still no-one can't see pass my charade
Maybe my pride made them think I am just an empty brocade
It's still dark in the closet and I am scared still, My tears ready to drop like a cascade
I know my words of cry sounds like it's a cliché
A cis male writing about the struggle that he faces
Problem isn't that we face it but it's too strange for us to be this open and displayed
I do my best everyday often to just stay sane
