I'm the skeleton in your closet, No, I'm not dead, just a secret you're trying to get rid. I'm your addiction, I'm your toy, I'm the little girl you enjoy. I'm your pain, I'm your pleasure, I'm the reason your parents aren't together. I'm the darkness looming over head. I'm the ghost under your bed. And I'm here to tell you friend. The things that go bump in the night, merely the secrets you're trying to deny, falling out the side, of the closet where they hide. Refusing to be denied, as they fight to see the light, try with all their might, to get your attention with a fright, hoping one day you might, let them free, be reality, as you heal from secrets locked deep, within your psyche. | Quote by Ray N. Lawn