
A very personal song I once wrote about being a closeted bisexual, which I am, to anyone that isn't someone I know personally, excluding one of my sisters. And plese, for your own sakes, don't hate on this. You will be humilitated with logic and reasoning. Ask my FanFiction Flamers.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 302 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3076456
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This closet is dark,
Scared to make my mark,
Scared of the judgmental people.
Scared of the kids from the steeple.
The door is closed,
And I'm feeling so alone.
Family members think they know,
Who we are when they really don't.
Keep my thoughts, to myself,
Put half my love-life on a shelf,
Lock it up til' I'm more secure,
Til' I'm more trusting… more, more.
Locked the door,
Banged on the wall,
Stomped on the floor,
The door won't budge at all.
I have to tell this secret,
It's the only way to get out of this closet.
This secret is killing me.
This closet is suffocating.
Scared of the names they will call me,
Scared of the dirty looks they'll be giving.
The door must remain shut,
Maybe the feelings I should snuff,
They can't take me seriously,
They can't see what I can see.
Keep my thoughts, to myself,
Put half my love-life on a shelf,
Lock it up til' I'm more secure,
Til' I'm more trusting… more, more.
Locked the door,
Banged on the wall,
Stomped on the floor,
The door won't budge at all.
I have to tell this secret,
It's the only way to get out of this closet.
This closet is Satan's Realm,
Outside I'd be ordered back,
So in this closet I'll forever dwell,
Because no one really has tact.
I'm naturally distrusting,
Some people could call my secret disgusting.
It takes years to gain my trust,
And it's something so easily crushed.
Locked the door,
Banged on the wall,
Stomped on the floor,
The door won't budge. At. All
I will never tell this secret,
I'll remain, in the closet.
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