There are things you can hide
And things that you mask.
What you keep inside
So no one can ask.
You know I'm not one of them;
You wouldn't try it, right?
You wouldn't erase or condemn
Or wipe me away out of spite?
I know I'm toxic, a bane,
But you can't wipe that away,
Like nothing, down the drain
Left to rot and decay.
I'm not another skeleton for you to conceal,
Deep down in your closet, lost and unreal.