Silent wardrobe hanging from the racks in your closet
Different outfits for each experiences in your life
Some hanging by a thread, wanting to toss away, yet can’t seem to part with them in someway
If they could talk, they’d have a lot to say
Hanging emotions tucked away
Yet the only thing you wear constantly, everyday, is the mask to hide your face
A continuous battle of emotionless energy to hide the pain
Silent wardrobe,  definitely is love to hate