I feel like a junk closet that has not been opened, filled with so much, I can't seem to find the words anymore. Open me up... then close me shut. Because if everything pours out, it may come out wrong. One at a time, pull out each piece, then you will find what's underneath. All the lost words, all the buried memories, and al the covered pain... everything I've wanted to say, I can now see. Everything that has been stuffed in is now let out. The closet is now open.
by lovely treyj, age 15