Untouched and Deserted

Like an old creaky door
I subconsciously protest
Like fading carpet
I'm silently frayed.
Like a crumbling wall
I am unpredictable
Like a tower of cards
I'll collapse right away.
          I embody the gate
          with the swinging chains
          Like a safe I keep things hidden
          I radiate  whistles
          of fiery kettles
          itchy as old red mitten.
                    As a worn sticky draw
                    I will not open up
                     like a plastic bag caught in a tree...
                    Just as mold grows in places
                    untouched and deserted
                    I hid all my feelings from me.