THE CLOSET

Its small and dark in here
I sit with my feet folded
My heartbeat is all i hear
In this perfect world i molded

Im told the sun is the brightest of stars
And the moon is but her daughter
The stars bow down to her from their bars
As they disguise their jelousy in laughter

I hear the wind is the master of all nature
And the leaves sing when he passes by
The flowers dance for they know his measure
And he carries the small when they die

The world i know was unaccepting
Its wind was blistering cold
And the sun's heat was scorching
It was for the normal and bold

It made me feel alone
An outcast whose kind did not belong
I was mowing someone else's lawn
And if i stayed i would not last long

Its darkness could not be brightened by stars
On its grounds like a blind folded drunk i stumbled
My skin is covered in scars
For like grass i was trampled

In this closet i am safe by myself
Away from the world's maze
I sit on the bottom most shelf
While its memories fade through the thin haze