Skeletons

I opened my closet and the skeletons that I deposit, tried to escape today.

Come on, don't play. That's where you have to stay.

I'll deal with them another day. This really isn't okay.

I quickly shut the door. I can't fit anymore.

Max capacity? That's not how it used to be.

Can't let them out. That's not what I'm about.

Buried under all my clothes are my disembodied woes.

Skeletons trying to escape keeps me on my toes.

Everytime I look back, there's just so much to unpack.

Years of regrets and buried secrets. Yet...

Maybe, in the Spring? I can bring...

Myself to find those old bones, some brand new homes.

Could be time for a revelation.

Exhumation?

Cremation?

Rejuvenation?

Airing out my dirty laundry, what a quandary. Skeletons on the line? I'll be just fine.

Flapping in the winds. Showing all my sins.

What else?

I'm lying to myself.

Im feeling so exposed.

Even though nobody knows.

That, I opened my closet today and the skeletons almost got away.

I hate feeling this way.

I pushed them back inside. Telling them to go and hide.

Buried under my clothes, back to where nobody knows.

Come on don't play. That's how things need to stay.

I'll deal with them another day.