asylum disbelief

i've been calling out for years.
when you would rush in,
no one looked in the closet.

called me crazy,
my delusions,
a pain in the ass.
but no one looked in the closet.

they believed me.
believed me,
the first time
the second time,
the third time,
the thirtieth time.
now they ignore my screams of pain.
no one looked in the closet.

except once.
the last time.

when they looked and saw a pair of eyes peering
out from behind my winter sweaters.

now you are the crazy ones.
the loonies
the freaks.
your guilt and guile for never seeing...

no one looked in the closet.