What is in my closet?
In my closet,
I have things that can be seen
And things that are invisible to the naked eye.
In my closet are my clothes,
Colorful and bright, cheerful.
In my closet live my skeletons
They are dark, mysterious, and depression.
In my closet
I have little red boots
From my innocence of childhood.
I can no longer wear them.
For I am no longer the little girl
Who use to wear them.
In my closet,
I have many shoes.
Stylish but painful,
They walk all over me.
Controlling my every move.
In my closet
I keep my scarves,
They keep me warm.
They also strangle me
With the secrets
That they keep.
Desperately I try to hide
My dark side
To only let others see
The well dressed me.
YOU ARE READING
My Closet
Poetry"My Closet" is a short poem that I wrote in my Creative Writing class in high school and I thought that I would share it with you all!
