The boy in the back fidgeting with his pencil what if he is stuck somewhere somehere horrible A small room dark and cold alone and frightened He can't leave this room no matter where he goes he can't come out not yet Walking down the hallway lined with lies and fear turn left turn right he continues to walk soon he is alone now she can be herself She continues to walk along the hallway barren of love and compassion from outside she hears whispers of misunderstanding and discrimination But she carries on walking down the hallway so many twists and turns she gets lost Every time she sees the door the hallway grows longer why can't she just escape get away from the room come out of the closet But its not that simple for the closet is nice and cozy but the outside is free but people don't understand no sympathy no acceptance So she stays in her closet and dons the mask she wears always Soon she becomes her enemy He walks away and smiles through the pain
I like it a lot. I think that it would be even better were you to add stanzas to it, but even at the length it's at now, I think it conveys a good message. It's true; the closet is nice and cozy, but the outside is free, which even makes one question what true freedom is. And the whispers of "misunderstanding and discrimination" are a great rendition of the fears that lurk inside the closeted mind... I think that you should keep writing more poems, by the way – I'd love to see more of them!
