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It’s Dark from This Side of the Closet


 

There's this voice inside of my head reminding me that I'm not dead

Taunting me and telling me that it isn't easy to be this way

And with every time you try to say

What you see and how you feel

The voice tells me it isn't real

 

These fences overcome me

They built and overpower thee

They scold and recognize me

Because though these demons are in my head

Some things are better left unsaid

If you're not hasty you'll end up dead

 

And it keeps telling me

That every word and every thought, they were all completely lost

That these concepts and ideas forced into my mind

Were just barbed wire keeping me behind

Keeping me from loving you back

I wanted to be the one to hold your hand

But I knew these thoughts wouldn't let me stand

Because they keep telling me

 

And suddenly it stops

The ringing in my ear

The voice I longed to hear

The silence throws me down

Deep through the waters edge

And then I hear the sound

And once again I reappear

It's always the same game

 

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Wünderhag Supremacy

16 years old. Nj. filmmaker, poet, singer/songwriter, queer, active feminist vimeo.com/kierindoesfilm

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