The Back of the Closet

jeans that fit too tight clothes that don't feel right broken toys shoes you no longer enjoy throw it in the back of the closet the words left unsaid the thoughts that swirl in your head the tears stuck as a lump in your throat the heartbreak you never allow yourself to approach throw it in the back of the closet where the secrets lie and the monsters hide the destination of the unwanted and the home of the forgotten the marriage of memories and reminiscences all thrown in the back of the closet so just paint a smile on your face and as for what's left throw it in the back of the closet the darkness will handle the rest