I'M Just A Man In The Closet Poem by Bradley Lester

I am just a man, whos needs to seldom met
I sit alone and wait for them to call not yet
They seem to be quite busy, having loads of fun
I sit and wait in darkness, my fun I have but none

I wonder if they realise that I am sitting here
Or do they simply pass on by without a glance or stare
It's strange how sometimes people their needs are everything
Are they dont really think about what others to them bring

The fun has quietened down, a day or two has past
I hear gentle knock they've come to talk to me at last
They smile and say hallo, as if I'd never been
Away from them, they'll never know the hurt that was my dream