It’s a time bomb and it’s ticking. Ticking faster with each day. Someone pull the plug on this dishonesty. What a blissful wish indeed.
Honesty has been so long forgotten in this household we’ve been calling a home. Vocalizing our emotions is a reason for a fight. We tiptoe around, hoping no one asks if we’re okay. To say we’ve been struggling is a crime, don’t let anyone see the grime. So I’ll practice all the pirouettes, and dainty little steps, until the world stops noticing that I’m a defaced wreck.