Shame
The darkness in here makes the room so bare,
I hide out the light so it can’t come near.
You placed me in front of the world I can’t see,
Never acknowledged, that’d show vulnerability.
Sometimes I get taken down to be clean
But I’m put back up with no time-frame to wean.
I know that without you I wouldn’t exist
And I’m sorry I’m stuck, you seem really pissed,
Then you tore me down and you fell to your knees
But shame is a curtain and that curtain is me.
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