This place is dark, lonely and cold,
Nobody to see what I want to show,
The inner me just wants to be free,
But I'm too scared of what I will see,
I've seen many people do it before,
They had the bravery to open the door,
There are so many ways it could go wrong,
And I don't know if I could be that strong,
People have been rejected, scowled, and teased,
Others have been taken to a priest,
Some can't say their story because they are dead,
Oppressed by others onto their death bed,
Then there are people who are like me,
Waiting for the moment to be set free,
We come out to the few that we trust,
In our little group for people like us,
We go back in when danger is near,
Always controlled by the same old fear,
But it's enough for right now for few to know,
I'm here and I'm queer but not ready to show.
YOU ARE READING
The Closet
PoetryHello guys!!! In the spirit of Pride Month, I wanted to make a book of poems with personal experiences of being in the closet and the hardships of it. Hope you guys like it!
