Beyond My Closet Door
I'm locked
Stuck
Behind the door.
I can touch the walls
But there just seems to be a never-ending floor
Beyond the closet door.
While being locked behind the door,
I found my own attire,
I just hope they don't laugh and say "haha! you little liar!"'
I thought to myself behind the door.
'They will like me for me and not my gay apparel.'
I lied to myself behind the door.
I feel like they will laugh and carol,
at the attire that screams 'me'
maybe I should hide behind the door.
This shall be the day of me,
and my coming out of the door.
I found myself the strength to finally open the door,
and what I found outside wasn't what I thought would be,
Beyond My Closet Door...
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My Poetic Preachings
PoetryThis is a book of things I feel about real people, real emotions, whether I have felt those emotions, or still do is varying from chapter to chapter.
