I'm standing in the closet
With the door wide open.
Some people come and have a fit,
But they don't see me.
Some people come and claim sin,
But they don't see me.

I'm standing here
With the door open wide.
There was only one so dear
Who hugged me.
The others just came and left,
Just those I confide.

I'm standing in this spot
With the door almost gone.
I wonder if I'll die and rot
While I stand here,
But I'm worried it'll be wrong
to take a step,
Forward or behind.

I suppose I'm just searching
For someone to grab me
And drag me out.
What'll happen if I'm pushed,
Locked in forever
Where no one will hear my shouts?

For now, I'm standing in the closet,
Unable to move.
Get over it.