My closet was not so much a tiny dark damp room for brooms...
My closet wasn't open air area with an invisible fence.
So for years I spent my life seeing life pass yet never getting the grasp of the beauty only the brevity.
I was on a leash called a collar, and a black suit with a cross around my neck.
I was enslaved by the commotion of the ocean of other people's opinions.
Infected with the affliction of the infection of irrational religion pretending to be GOD or at least GOD-LY.
I stood bare well someone stole my soul away.