Closet

I haven't been honest.
Now it's coming back to haunt me. The secrets.
That made me so devious.
The lies.
That tormented our lives.
The shame.
I have to wear around my throat.
To remind me of all the people I've chocked.
I chocked them with my lies.
Now I have to drown in their cries.
This closet holds too much.
Too much for me to withhold.
So I'm closing the door.