words

cover-up

Scrub my skin

Until it burns

You knock at the door

My stomach churns

*

I scramble to hide

The evidence in my room

To cover up the holes in the walls

A way to escape my inevitable doom

*

I pull at my hair

To block out the pain

Although free to move

I feel like I'm in chains

*

You can't blame me

For feeling this way

Being sad and angry and not knowing why

Feeling tired of living another lonely day

*

Not when you're so quick to judge

Tell me I don't know what I'm talking about

Little do you know how hard it is to resist the nagging urge

To let the words rip from my throat in a strangled shout

*

Instead I scrub my hands and wipe off the grime

Cover any traces of my own struggle

Smiling, I open the door to let you inside

But you don't realize you're walking over the well hidden rubble

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