Skeletons in the Closet

Skeletons in the closet,
Secrets in the air
Lurking in the hallway,
Causing me such despair.

If only I'd not lost hope,
If only I'd found joy,
These things would never haunt me
Nor be used as a ploy.

I live under constant threat
Of being found out,
Of losing all there is to lose.
It brings me fear and doubt.

Hidden now from eyesight,
Concealment may be brief.
Surreptitiously they'll surface
To cause me scores of grief.

These skeletons in the closet
Just won't let me be
In dread of their discovery
I'll live in misery.


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