I open the cupboard door wide

Looky looky at what's inside,

Is it the darkest and murderous of thoughts?

In a heavy, never to be opened box?

Or is it a sweater, maybe a handmade cover?

Gifted by a sweet but long dead lover?

Perhaps it's a place where you sit all day long?

Thinking about why you're right and why he's wrong?

Or is it a skeleton that you find in there?

Covered in cobwebs, a dead man's lair?

What's inside varies widely for the people that seek

But it's strange for me for it's totally unique

So when I open my cupboard door wide

I find a room clean and white, such a disguise