Closet

Always had this feeling before

I'm in a room

Blood fills it.

I feel foreign

Do I belong here?

How can blood feels like water

When it's supposed to be home?

Why do I feel like a closet?

Why can't I be like a mirror?

Oblivion should be for the dead.

I'm not yet dead, am I not?

Love is supposed to be honest.

What have I been giving them?

Will anger overthrow love?

Or will love conquer like what they say?

How will I know, there's fear.

When can I say, I've always been gay.

Author's Note

Hope y'all like it.