You put me in the closet - that dark wooden place, where I was convinced that ghosts lay

You told me if you haven't put me there for some time, that it would all be a waste.

When legit seconds ago, you asked me to accompany you, to play with you

So that you wouldn't feel so fucking blue.

Your mood swings are crazy, it makes me doubt what you really feel

It makes me wonder if any of your words or praises were ever really real.

I remember crying in that dark and sullen place

Reminds me of the wrinkles and the dark glares of your eyes on your face.

Of course, I made mistakes when I was young, when I was but a mere child, not knowing anything at all.

But that doesn't mean you have the right to watch me fall.

It doesn't give you the right to smirk when I cry

It doesn't give you the right to lie, lie, lie.

You're supposed to be warm, arms stretched out

You're supposed to be there when you see me pout.

You're never supposed to make me doubt your love,

Or even deal with your anger - it was ever so rough.

"It's not the end of the world," you would say

Every single time you lock me in the closet in the day

I remember looking up at you with tear stricken eyes and red cheeks

As I slowly said back to you: "Then why do I feel this way?"

You were silent, as always in the light of the sun.

And because of that, I felt the urge to run.

Away from you and your fake love

And that's the story of how you made me tough.

I'm almost 21 now, as I look back towards those memories with a sigh.

Those nightmares I had at nights - with a low hushed cry

I had to hide my true emotions up to this very day,

And it was all because of your emotions, which I wish one day would go away.