murky water

My head is too clean.
Fettered to the expectations of others,
I keep sweeping the dust under the rug,
wiping the surface with disinfecting prose.

And soon, my true self begins to suffer and
I succumb to the bullshit I've been dishing out.
My real thoughts have shriveled and floated lifeless to the surface.

Secretly I try to revive them.
Hoping I can hold on to the dark
and continue to present the light as my reality.

But I need the bacteria of the blackness to survive.
Or my whole self will suffer...

Currently inspired by Moon Pie Girl
Still enjoying Post Secret
Totally relating to this and this
Reminded to be true to myself and not worry about the consequences.