Neat
My closet was neat
Yours was too
I hid myself
My secret was the same as yours
Our pain was shared by our heart and mind
I come out I get more pain
You come out
I go out I get sent back
You come out and their doors open
I throw away they key to lock myself in
You made a Kay to make sure I stay locked in
I fit myself back to my closet
You keep your door open
Copyright © Christian Maala | Year Posted 2016
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