Locked in a closet-
no air to breathe-
I felt like a knight riding into battle
with nothing but his sheathe.
Tight space-
closing in.
Hope-
only paper thin.
No chance at love
just rejection.
And the result:
no warmth and affection.
Building walls;
less room
I became content
in my small tomb.
All I wanted was to be normal-
to like a guy.
I wish I could at least
be bi.
