The Closet Monster

Because of this, I've long since been a Fan of small spaces

Many times, I've made my bed in the Nooks and crannies of those people Who were more attractive than me Or stronger than me, Those who could stand up to bullies Instead of tucking their head down and Trying to be small

But being small is what gets So many of us into this mess

I hated being weak, because weak made me Be small and small made me be weak And so I found a place Where I could be small and weak And it was still okay

Because no one can judge you When there's nobody there to judge

And so the closet became my place of refuge, With the door shut and the lights off, I was no longer there 'Cause if you can't see me Then I'm not really there

I was Frankenstein's monster, I was fear and seclusion and awkwardness All stitched together with anxiety and confusion By a child's shaking hand

I owned my loathing, Holding it in my arms as it's body shuddered With a final accepting breath

And then I was the only one I was the closet monster