The Closet

Many have cages to keep out the shark But I had a closet that was often dark Hooked on damnation poised to lose Already too far gone being different The hiding now a full time task Squirm a way of life A creature of the cruelties I witness No face to put on their fears Unable to diminish the abstractness of it all I cracked the door an inch A glimmer of tolerance beams in Venture out at your own risk Years of holding it in swimming under water My lungs bursting to breathe I can be pushed or pointed But I get to choose my path They have to see me, know me Look at me I look like you Go away stereotype I’ve exposed you as paranoia Having not accrued any dislike for you I desire to remove our primitive discomfort Shall we walk and talk Pirates are having a hell of a year Yes, I like coffee sugar, no not you, in the coffee You’re funny too If I’d of only known