My sexuality should not define me over the fact that I am a human being. Just because I am in love does not mean I’m a child “I love a girl,” I told my mom as I smiled She looks at me questioning ready for the lecturing “You’re just confused” she does not know this destroys Just play along alright, “okay I guess I like boys” Even though I like a queen rather than a king
This is my home this small lonely closet So claustrophobic as these walls are closing in all because of all of my so-called sins I just wish I could be honest So that this stops suffocating me Running out of oxygen without the key To open the door and get away from where I sit
I decide I will not remain silent “Mom,” I say “I’ve never felt this way with anyone before.” She pushes me back and closes the door The world treats me like my sexuality is violent The longer I stay the more I know That this is not a choice and I am not in this solo Although this closet makes my world view seem bent
When I see this girl my world slowly slips away and I can’t find a way to hide how I feel But I have to choose, the so-called safety of the closet or this amazing thrill She touches my face bringing her lips to mine as we sit in our sin our eyes get wide We ignore it and pretend that we don’t care.
The first moment I was who I truly am. The oxygen oh how good it felt to breathe freely. The closet for even a moment far behind me.
there's a monster in my closet he's been there as long as i've breathed he has moved where ive moved and seen what i've seen there is a monster in my closet that looks just like me he moves how i move and sees what i see
when i was a child my father never checked the closet i never asked him too i knew what was hiding there the secrecy and the skeletons i lay to rest i kept it shut tightly locked and sealed like my mouth never open long enough for anyone to know what was going on inside not even a locksmith could pry open my closet doors