The tub is filled with truth,
But I'm still drowning in lies.
The shower keeps on running,
But my lips are sealed and dry.
The water is hot,
But my feelings are cold.
Grab a towel and try off.
Try to keep a grip of your slipping hold.
The floors still creak,
But I still don't make a sound.
The floors are new and shining,
But I remain dirty and unclean.
The stairs are steep and guarded,
But they still remain hard to climb.
Everything lately seems to be an energy drain.
Maybe I should leave, for I'm nothing but a pain.
One secret slips out
And I'm off to wash my mouth out with soap.
The tears sting like a fresh cut,
But I don't make a sound.
If I speak up somebody is to hear,
For my life is not a show nor a premiere,
And until the curtain rises,
I'll remain closed off and keep my feelings locked away,
For I seem to operate better that way.
~a.k.
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I feel like this poem is all over the place and not good :/
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