Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem,
I landed on my pride,
And it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face.
Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.
I’ve never been in the military but I have this Purple Heart;
I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix.
I know this sounds weird but sometimes,
I wonder what my bed sheets say when I’m not around.
I wonder what the curtains would do
If they found out about all the things that I’ve done behind their backs,
I’ve got a hamper overflowing with really loud mistakes .
I got a graveyard in my closet
I’m afraid that If I let you see my skeletons,
You’ll grind my bones into powder and hide by my fault lines.