begging to get out from in here
the scenery is dark
the space is cramped
and there's little air to breathe
caught somewhere between what i want
and between what i know is safe
i only come out at night
when they cant see i'm not straight
the darkness provides me
an urgent rush of hope
the cover of night that hides beyond light
is my only escape from this tiny room

if i were to shine out at day
there's something waiting out there
with a word or two- it could be you
that leaves a permanent scar
but how much longer
can i hide
locked in this closet
i'm barely alive
and soon, i'll be buried alive
in the closet.

12/04/2002

Author's Note: pretty blunt symbolism- but yah.

Posted on 12/05/2002
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