Shame is useless
like locks on wooden cages.
Cutting into heartbuilt buildings takes ages.
Laughter, she said, is courageous
I'm dead, I said, I can't assuage
The deep part you've pocketed
from my locker I left out open.

It'll only take a token to turn
My moody style into hysteria
My misery and you
His and her history too
Is best probably unspoken