Cupboard of Emotions

Feel alone and used like a dark empty cupboard Throwing their junk inside and walk away - no looking back Trust me to hold rubbish knowing that it will be mothered They don't even notice that I am starting to crack Feelings locked in but theirs taken out on me by force Painting over my cracks and pretending all is fine Treat me as invisible and no signs of remorse Someone will respect me someday - only a matter of time