Encounters

It's a public space and a small town
I turn corners and come face to face with demons I buried 
At the bottom of the bottle there's a help wanted sign
I can't help myself out of this doubtful pool

My skin crackles like electricity and there are other hands covering my mouth
I'm so sorry these words just fly out
These hands carve deep inside 
I'm pit marked but not pitied
These love locks hang down like cut tresses 
Off the balcony you've swan dived in half your ex's dreams
Knock on wood
I feel hollow
Like the very heart that makes my blood flow is rotten through
Soft squishy insides worn on the outside 
To delude from the fact that the inside is crumpled like tin foil
What a trip it is to know that no matter how light the outside is 
The inside is where it's dark and scary

You keep your skeletons in your closet
I wear mine on the inside but I paint it like a beauty

Because that's what the world demands of you

Be seen but not heard