You look at me and you
Wonder what you will find in me.
As you begin to toss out shirts and pants
And the pile of things begin to grow.
How dare you treat the things I grown to
Love that way, they’re my friends.
And I can’t do anything about it but sit here
And watch you finally find something to wear.
Then close my doors for I’m just a closet all alone
With nothing but the darkness to see my tears.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes