Skeletons

The skeletons in my closet

Clutch at me with their bony fingers,

Everytime I open the door

I try so hard to keep locked.

And even when it's closed

I can hear them rattling the lock

And banging bony fists

Against their prison;

Fighting to be free.

I fight back,

Trying to keep them locked away,

And out of sight.

But sometimes,

They are too strong,

And they break free to be discovered

By the ones closet to me.

And it seems

No matter how hard I try to hide them,

I can't seem to bury them deep enough

To make them disappear.