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Hiding In The Closet
MN (11-08-1970 / )

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
and cry.

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...
except school.

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
for myself.

I never want them to feel
the way I did
while I was hiding in that closet.

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Comments (8)

Mary, you wouldn't find much new in my closet... except for skeletons. Another exceptional poem! Brian
You have certainly delivered them into the light and They are shining beautifully yes? Be mad to hide them away.So you are doing the right thing.Birds caged never seem to sing the same do they Mary? but your voice has been released and we are all the better for it.Love Duncan
Gret honest and sincere poem Mary.. the content is strange but mysterious too! I'm glad you are on non-rhyming poetry now! HBH
Hey, your really getting the knack of this non-rhyming poetry, Mary. Very well done. Sincerely Ernestine
ANother gret poem from a great poet.