Hiding In The Closet

I use to sit there in the very back of your closet. I knew nobody would look for me. I'd just sit there and smell your new clothes and cry. It didn't seem fair why I had one pair of pants and three shirts (that rarely saw a washing machine) . I know you said you ''needed'' them. You had to look good at the bar. After all, why would I need new clothes? I never went anywhere... except school. And they wondered why I wouldn't talk to people. Even the ''retarded'' girl told me I was weird. I still don't like shopping for myself. I never want them to feel the way I did while I was hiding in that closet.