I hide it in the darkness.
It always lurks; it always watches.
I try my hardest to keep it hidden.
To no one I mention.
It weighs on me,
It lurks and it watches.
I’m paranoid about the consequences.
Will it forever stay hidden?
I don’t want anyone to know.
I don’t what to ever show.
It haunts me,
In my nightmares and dreams.
Forever it screams.
The skeleton in the closet is me.
It’s my past,
The darkness that follows me.
It’s everything I bleed.
It’s all I want no one to ever see.
It haunts me in memory.
I’ll lock it up and there it will keep.
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In The Darkness
Poetry"The skeleton in the closet is me." Poem about a haunting past and the secrets people keep.
