i hesitate to bring up
the words that put you down
does it hurt that much
when you fall to the ground
they always make the same
mistake
putting their hands where
they don’t belong
are the followers kept
to the sides of the house
where the echoes are heard
so shallow and long
hard to keep up the
charade
as the ceiling begins to
fall away
can you keep this close
to the brim of your neck
as i give you my secrets
please don’t give them back