There's a kangaroo in your closet!
What?
There's a kangaroo in your closet!
No...there isn't
It is, trust me it's there!
I know what's in my closet, what you're doing isn't fair
He's crying out for help, he's there, he's there!
I will not doubt myself
I saw there was nothing to be seen
But please...
Why do you care?
Because I made a mess in there...
I see
Please go far far away from me
I don't know if this makes sense, but it's about Gaslighting and how I wish I could respond to it.
The kangaroo from a couple poems ago---wasnt a kangaroo but a man who blamed it on the kangaroo. I believed him, but I've learned my lesson.
(This note was written by an elephant named Tom who likes bananas and flying cars)