poetry.

                 under the rug.

                 Where has my simple life gone?
                 And all these things, they complicate me.
                 I sweep them under the rug.

                 What a foolish mouth I have on me.
                 And all the things that it said.
                 I sweep them under the rug.

                 You force turmoil upon me.
                 And all your actions derail me.
                 I sweep them under the rug.

                 Your first words always have confidence.
                 But you say them to me in confidence.
                 I sweep them under the rug.