Sometimes they crawl out – without permission, Others rush out – in admission. Some stay behind – frightened to come out, Others make a hell of a noise – as they scream and shout.
Sometimes I pull them back in Not willing to let go, Others reluctantly – are beginning to show. Sometimes I ignore them – pretending unheard, Sometimes I fake silence – absurd.
Sometimes I keep them – locked in, Not wanting to feed them – afraid of what’s in. Now, I like who I am – I trust them much more, I trust those around me – some I adore.
Now I let them out – more and more, Not afraid of them – something life has taught. Now I can show you – and let you hear