Closet

I don't really know who you are
And it feels as if I never will
I'm choking on smiles
That seem quite contrived
And memories dipped
In a red, acid ink
For you're not all I thought

[I don't even know who I thought you were]

But I see now
I'll never know
So quietly I'll go
And leave you to
Someone who's better
As chipping away
At miles and miles
Of learned actions
While the genuine you
Fights, bound and gagged,
And deeply muffled
Somewhere in an upstairs closet.