Hiding In The Closet - Poem by Mary Nagy
I use to sit there
in the very back of your closet.
I knew nobody would look for me.
I'd just sit there
and smell your new clothes
It didn't seem fair
why I had one pair of pants
and three shirts
(that rarely saw a washing machine) .
I know you said you ''needed'' them.
You had to look good
at the bar.
After all, why would I need new clothes?
I never went anywhere...
And they wondered why
I wouldn't talk to people.
Even the ''retarded'' girl
told me I was weird.
I still don't like shopping
I never want them to feel
the way I did
while I was hiding in that closet.
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