The closet is a place
For many things to be stored.

Things like button-up shirts
And fancy little ties
To a new sexuality
And a newer sense of mind

An idea, generally frowned upon
Nobody would like you if they knew.
Or even yourself!
The closet's a great hiding place too.

From the demons and monsters
That live in your very home
Through thick and thin,
They still continue to roam.

And some things never leave the closet
Even if you know that they're there.
Something keeps them locked in
Never again for you to wear.

So many groups,
So many more a religion
That people want to believe in
Forced to make the other decision.

Toxicity keeps them where they are
In a dysphoric state of "This isn't me."
Victims of a harsh society,
They just want to be set free.

Getting over about someone you care about.
It's a lot easier when you don't see them.
But it gets hard keeping your chin up, keeping your posture up,
When you see them every single **** day.

It gets really hard,
Let me tell you.
Seeing someone you used to love so much
Now just a stranger

I used to tell them all of my victories
And now, I'm just stuck
Keeping it all to myself
Because nobody cared as much as you had

But you're gone and I can't do much about it,
I guess I'll just try to get over them.

I always knew there'd be times
Where I'd cry one day
Look back a while later and laugh.

But I never knew there'd be a time
Where I'd laugh one day,
Look back later and cry.