We Are Vulnerable Too (Changes)

                            Baby, 

I am Trapped in the closet that's in me 

Monday through to Sunday I feel the pain in me 

Trapped in the construct of my own misery 

Pushed down to make way for my own shade

Never could I  make myself this afraid 

Now I am stuck in my own closet whilst I use my body anyhow like it's an arcade 

I could ask for help but my 

ego is too big to ask for aid 

It's 2:30am and still no-one can't see pass my charade 

Maybe my pride made them think I am just an empty brocade 

It's still dark in the closet and I am scared still, My tears ready to drop like a cascade 

I know my words of cry sounds like it's a cliché

A cis male writing about the struggle that he faces

Problem isn't that we face it but it's too strange for us to be this open and displayed 

I do my best everyday often to just stay sane