Skeletons in the Closet

I can hear them-

Rattle, Rattle, Rattle

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They seem to get louder, more rambunctious

When others are around.

What would people do if they knew those ragged old bones were in there-

Would they even guess?

Is the facade that I play, the mask that I wear, enough?

Enough to throw them off the trail?

Is the image I portray enough to make them believe that I could never have those bones-

Those secrets-

Hidden deep in the closet, past the sweaters and puzzles, the trophies and the awards

Just sitting and waiting to destroy everything in its path.

 

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