My life is like a rug
I pile everything on
I hide my secrets on the bottom
Hoping no one will see
All of my insecurities
I don't want them to know
The only things that love me
I am afraid that when they find these things that I hold so deep
They will use them against me
Sometimes the weight is so heavy
Sometimes it is light
When I don't know what to do
I turn to fight
My fist won't help me
There's nothing that I can do
They know my secrets now
How do I get through
I hate relying on others
It is when I am weakest
They tell me it's ok
They say it will get better
They pull and tug on this rug
Just to get a reaction
I lose my balance just for a split second
Now this person has control of where my rug goes
And I am the only one who cares or knows
I know that if they pull the rug to hard
My world will fall and crumble apart