11 July 2012
In my closet are collected my fears,
they're stored in there with all my tears,
sometimes I open up the doors,
to look upon my sorrow and flaws,
I have to fight to keep them in,
so they don't creep into everything,
the time I was left alone is there,
the times when to see a friend was rare,
all thoughts of me dying in pain are kept,
along with when I've secretly wept.
I know that these things are normal to store,
I just like to confine them behind closet doors.
In My Closet • Opuss № I