my s**t

 want to show my s**t
and all i try to hide
buried inside
those things no one knows of
and even those i pretend God doesnt see
i want it all uprooted
and removed far from me

the skeletons in my closet
have resurrected and are now whispering
the marrow in their bones
are impacted with filthy secrets and truths
that weight hordes of shame
and second thoughts upon my brain

the stentch of guilt stifles me
im no longer free to breath
a clear conscience
i desire to live the true me
but never will i be
until i reveal
my s**t