Clutter
Location
If my head was an attic I would claim that is empty
Nothing worth Seeing
Nothing at all
People claim that this is a lie and secrets can be found an adventure to be had
But when I venture up into there
All that happens is that I become scared
My embarrassments and moments of hate
All fly to me and smack me in the face
It breaks me down and I wish
That the attic that is my head
Was empty again.