Somewhere in a dark corner, lie the skeletons of the past.
We try to keep them quiet, but their silence doesn’t last.
They speak of all the wrongs and rights, and secrets that we hide.
They tell the world our weaknesses, and reveal all of our lies.
They tell of all the painful things that fill us with regret.
They follow us like a shadow, and whisper, don’t forget.
They tear lives apart, and fill our minds with shame.
When we are confronted, we try to misplace the blame.
They call to us at night, at times keeping us awake.
The deceit that we live with is more than we can take.
We never look them in the eyes; we try to turn away,
But our skeletons never rest; they are with us every day.