skeletons.

Posted on 10 September 2016 by what sandra thinks

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My eyes sink to the floor
I can’t look at you anymore

You say I’m under your skin
But so much of me I’ve kept in

The skeletons I’ve tried to hide
Are desperate to be outside

But I’m breakable and frightened
So I fight to keep them silent

And I only let you see
What you want me to be

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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8 Responses to skeletons.

  1. mandibelle16 says:
    10 September 2016 at 1:35 pm

    Secrets/skeletons are hard to hide. In the end, the usually come out. Your speaker is fragile, but better to tell the ‘story’ the secrets on your own terms, than have them come out and not the way one would like. Even showing a front or a different face, will not always hide these secrets, so your speaker needs to control them, and not let them break her.

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  2. hotmessmemoir says:
    10 September 2016 at 5:21 pm

    Thought provoking! Thank you!!

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  3. Miriam says:
    12 September 2016 at 8:05 am

    Yep, I know what you mean about hiding. You always get me thinking. xo

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