Quiet lips
Screaming thoughts
They say to 'Let it out"
But why should I?
I may not know what they are
But I know you have them
Your secrets
A sludge built up in your mind
That you can't scrub away
Because you'd rather let it build up
Than Let it out
They are grotesque
Those sealed wounds that refuse to heal
Hey you!
Hypocrite
I'll show you mine...
If you show me yours... ... ...