like sewage from a busted pipe
it pours forth from every inch
leaving its awful stench
if only it could be fixed with a simple wrench.
after all I've tried,
the soap doesn't clean; the covers dont hide
all the filth caked inside.
The dirt still attached to me
every stain they can see.
Fear what really they think of me.
no more layers to peel and shed
rather, hung as a sign above my head;
it even follows me as to bed.
Turning your eyes, alone and shunned
ashamed of what's been done,
every atom screams to run.
no one can see the tears I've cried
let them glimpse the pain deep inside
behind these hazel eyes.
all of this seared in my heart
Though its hidden still rips me apart
Bruising chains I carry
a fight to keep it all buried.
Trying anything to be clean and new,
work hard with something to prove.
Like a mask I wear on my face
Feeble attempt to rid my disgrace