Claustrophobia

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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.


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