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Bipolar weekdays
Corpse-blue weekends
I've always been a mess
The one shoved underneath the bed
Uncover the sheets
Peek at what's inside
But I'll never swallow my pride
Enough to let you in.

Can't I just lay here?
Unmoving
Unchanging
Eyes sore from crying
My heart about to burst
Ready, to let out all my secrets
Wouldn't that be a first?

Hush hush lies
Quick clicks and coded words
Hide what truly lies inside
Even you don't know
And you think you read me so well

What's the benefit?
Strange looks
The price for so-called secret treatment
I shall never stoop so low.