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 canβt seem to part with them in someway If they could talk, theyβd 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,Β Β definitely is love to hate