A closet is known as a scary thing
A place where we hide away all our sins
It's where we hang our skeletons
If opened, we'd all be outed as cons
But my closet's where I store my past
The nick-nacks that will bring me back
To times when I was worry-free
When present day is too much for me
So when I've had a challenging day
I take out my stash of blues-away
Once more, I'm 18, worry-free
And present day's ok with me
I remember who I wanted to be
When I started on my own at 18
I'm reminded that I'm nearly there
And that days like this are kind of rare
And one day when I reach my goal
And I look back upon my innocent soul
I'll thank me for my stubborn nature
And positive heart that keeps me able
A closet is known as a scary thing
And in mine I store many a sin
But they're things that I need not confess
You've seen them all in my fashion sense!
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