Confronting the Mess Within

There’s only so much you can sweep under the rug

Until you start tripping with your own mess,

Beneath the surface, secrets lurk like a bug,

The truth we'd rather hide, I must confess.

The truths we've dug, the ones we tried to shun,

The monsters we pretend are not there still,

We act like nothing's wrong, just having fun,

But deep inside, we know it's quite a drill.

Harsh winds disturb our peaceful nights,

There’s no time for sweet lullabies,

Love’s too fragile for all these rewrites,

Maybe time will make us a little wise,

Now really, look at this mess

Are we truly aiming for success?