You locked me in that cupboard,
with barely room to move,
a tiny little dark space,
too small to be of any use,
except you found a perfect answer,
for what to do when you went out,
lock me in that cupboard,
you could leave me there for hours;
I do remember that one day,
I couldn’t take it anymore,
the day resistance hit my soul
and I kicked out the door,
I knew you would be angry,
at the damage I had done,
but I was definitely prepared
for the punishment to come;
I didn’t care about the belt,
I just couldn’t stand the dark,
of that tiny little cupboard,
the epitome of your heart.