A Monster's Fear of the Open Closet
Everyone knows and can see,
the wretched monster
who has been hiding in his closet for so long.
They do their best to ignore him,
make him feel worthless,
try and make him realize
his kind isn’t welcome in society.
The poor monster does his best
to close his closet door,
but too many of his open secrets
already block the thin wood,
that once separated him from the rest of society.
The monster is barely able
to move the door an inch,
so the people continue to discover ways
to harm the poor monster.
Meanwhile the monster despises his choice,
to open the closet door
and allow the outside world
to have a look at a life of hiding in the closet.
All he wished for was acceptance
but all he received was denial.
The monster began
to try and retrieve his secrets,
to close his closet door,
but they were already running wildly
through the minds of the outside world.
Eventually the monster realized that all hope was lost,
there was no longer any safety in his closet,
but the closet was the only thing he knew.
so one lonely night
the monster finally decided to end his misery,
he tied a noose onto the coat rack
and stood on a box of old shoes,
slipped his neck through the inviting hole,
and allowed his legs one last walk,
right off the edge of the old box of shoes.
During the next day,
society had seen what they had done
and began to rejoice that the “terror” was dead.
Some pretended to be sad,
but the rest openly delighted about the monster’s death.
Copyright © Daniel Lehto | Year Posted 2014
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