Bring it out!

Out you say?

Say this and your heart won’t be heavy anymore,

Anymore stress and I’ll collapse in a cavalcade of self loathing and dispassion,

Dispassionate diamond roughed up in upheavals of evil utterings from within,

Within me is the worst kind of monster because it doesn’t bite, tear, or kill, it just doubts,

Doubts hang over my eyes like unkempt bangs or racing tunnel vision blinders,

Blinders to what you really want to see right?

Right!

So bring it out,

Out into the open,

Open up and let them do more that see you,

You need to be heard too.

Too late,

Late at night I toss as I try to keep the monster under the bed of my skin stitched to my bones.

Bones have to be broken again before they can be set,

Good can only be done once evil has been slayed in your skin,

And skin is only so deep so bring out what you’re afraid of and let’s talk.

Talk?

Talk!

© 2016 Jared “I.J” Steinberg. All Rights Reserved.

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