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