Do not open my cupboard,
It's dirty like an unused strawboard,
And the scars remains from a scraped up surfboard.I describe myself as a cupboard,
It contains itself,it can not go away,
Yet the secrets in it, can't be opened up only if knocked off.I own my own key to it, which no one can take, so they ball their fists and punch it hard enough so it might break.
The pains, the cries and the sleepless nights, will not be enough to fill in for the battleless fights, all one and contained in one cupboard.
As I say again don't open my cupboard, Even the words in it can't match up to a constantly repeated curse word.
By Emixxysworld
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Poetryjust some things I wrote down 🔻 i wrote everything down by myself, please don't judge Started: 1/18/2024 Ended: ??/??/????