it makes me angry.
Maybe you think you're locking me in with you,
just the two of us,
whispering secrets and eating graham crackers,
the way we might have done when I was still a child.
You probably don't realize you're locking me outside.
Maybe you don't realize it's you that is shut in the closet,
while I give up searching for you and go outside to play.
Either way, I'm growing frustrated with your behavior.