![]() I wrote the following poem when I was feeling very lonely and upset. I'm not good at poems at all. I don't like to follow the rules for poetry. I always thought real poems have no rules. They just come from the heart and that the first version is always the best if you just write what you feel and throw everything the "experts" and teachers say out the window. That's what I did. It's a poem about, basically, the loneliness I feel, the pain, the heartache - of pretending to be whom I am not. All for the good of my family. Because they could never, ever understand. And certainly never accept me for whom I really am. Who I am though, is every hero in my stories, I am Caddy, Zenith, Clio, even Wrath. I am also the girl who wrote this poem. Bad as it is. Life In A Closet By: Jami JoAnne Russell Three walls closed door musty smell of mothballs Only light a square screen faceless friends nameless strangers To them I can tell the horrible truth I like boys I like girls no confustion I like both equally Keep the door closed when parents are around tightly closed They wouldn't understand couldn't understand the pain the shame the loneliness the heartache No escape from the darkness just brief bursts of light from the square screen. If they knew they'd condem tell me I'm evil send me away far away so I wouldn't shame them anymore Here I sit on the small piece of floor longing wanting needing to escape to fly but cannot cannot leave ever, ever. Forever more in the closet with only the faceless ones the nameless ones on the small square screen of light to give me hope
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