Cleaning House
Tired.
Spent.
Exhausted.
From constantly trying to
keep it together.
Pretending I'm good, well and fine.
When I'm anything, but.
Sweeping my woes, angers and fears
under the rug.
Now the rug is so lumpy I can't stride across it
without tripping over my feet.
I need to purge,
clean and
face my truths,
my fears,
before they suffocate me.
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