Once Out of the Closet

Today, I came out of the closet. It was quite hard, considering I was stuck there and even called someone for help on how to get out. I thought I knew the way. I was scared, but knew that somehow I would find my way. I hate to feel trapped and the walls were starting to close in. Was I keeping myself somehow? I repeatedly pushed and pulled. I thought I heard someone walking by outside, so I knocked but they ignored my pleas. When I called out for help when I finally found my own way out. I'm sure that everyone will understand when I tell them. In fact, a lot probably knew all along. This wouldn't even be the first instance of my being accident prone. Today's lesson: Next time I take the recycling to the locked closet, make sure I take a buddy that can let me out so I don't have to call my boss and give him a good laugh.