Rant #27924

I wrote some poetry but have nowhere to share it. So I'm gonna share it here: There's a skeleton in my closet, something people don't really mean. I can't put into words how angry I am. You constantly say you love me, but turn me into a clown. Flaws, You comment on all of them, pretending you're talking about everyone else. You're not perfect, but neither am I. They make up my skin and bones, tear me apart at the flesh. Lay me down, let me finally rest.