M's Poetry
Under The Rug
Sad the picture that is this family
all my life been trying to repair
the things that are my fault
and even some that aren't
this family isn't no real family
and this love doesn't even feel real
it's acting at it's finest
it's those long cold hard stares
that make my body have a chill
how the room reflects all the secrets
into the air....nobody dare
whisper a sound of any truth
just continue doing what you're doing
because a charade is better
than letting the true colors show
everyone walks on eggshells
never really to have eye contact
lying, cheating and stealing
our way to outer happiness
closing out everything internally
not wanting to ever make a stand
against the matriarch who controls us so deviantly
actions swept under the rug
but the rug is beginning to raise and bulge
all the deadly secrets of the family
just a time bomb ready to explode.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
all my life been trying to repair
the things that are my fault
and even some that aren't
this family isn't no real family
and this love doesn't even feel real
it's acting at it's finest
it's those long cold hard stares
that make my body have a chill
how the room reflects all the secrets
into the air....nobody dare
whisper a sound of any truth
just continue doing what you're doing
because a charade is better
than letting the true colors show
everyone walks on eggshells
never really to have eye contact
lying, cheating and stealing
our way to outer happiness
closing out everything internally
not wanting to ever make a stand
against the matriarch who controls us so deviantly
actions swept under the rug
but the rug is beginning to raise and bulge
all the deadly secrets of the family
just a time bomb ready to explode.....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
