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In the Closet of Secrets


They say when your born, your born with sin

Well in that case, that's a lie because i'm living one

I lie to those who tell me the truth no matter what,

I take from the people who give me everything 

 

It may seem I don't care, 

But if anything, happened to them 

Then my life would be discombobulated

I then would shut myself from existence 

While still in reality, letting the world take me

Where it wants, 

 

At school I laugh 

At home I cry 

While remaining in the world of death

I bite my teeth when I feel the urge to let it out

I open my mouth to whom I shall not speak for

 

To whom doesn't care

To whom cares for someone else more than me

 

Isn't that selfish? People tell me as I bite my teeth 

At that very moment, it starts to feel like to many clothes in a closet 

Just waiting for someone to open it, so everything can just 

Fall out with no hesitation

 

For that to happen it would only take a person who is open minded and elephant ears

To walk past and hear the clothes rattling

waiting to be let out from the closet underneath my tongue, 

Waiting for someone acknowledging the fact 

That some doors are worth opening.

 
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