It was a huge closet
Fancy clothes
Ballgowns and heels
Dresses and flats

Ornamented with flowery designs
With thin fine lines
Diamonds and gems and pearls
Matches the girl with curls

A pair of blue jeans
Denim jacket
Converse and white shirt
Hidden inside the huge closet

Black unsophisticated clothes
Beanies, caps and shades
Coats and ties and bows
She cannot wear on times she want

This is for she: pink ladylike
For him is blue and manly
Straight long hair
Or a fine undercut

You cannot lover you don't
You cannot love him, he won't
If this is so wrong
Why can't this stop all along?

If you watch ****, you sweat
You hide what is wrong
But when did love become unacceptable?
When the standards are so strong
That loving someone
Is now just a set of rules

It's funny how we can call this world a home
When only the chosen one inside the closet
Who can endure much
Can easily blend in

And the homeless out
Freezes with cold stares and shrugs
Disgust and homophobic thoughts
Unless we give them a chance

No, this is all wrong
How could we tolerate someone who ran away from home?
But how can you call them runaways
When from the start
The truth is naked

That in this place
For them there is no space

It is a huge closet
Where you're safe inside
Where you have clothes you SHOULD wear
Remember you are a her
But why the heck is your heart also for her?