Thank you for your honesty
this openness is not for me.
You've thrown my brain a bombshell of a seed
which grips at my temples and grows
into a rotten tangle of weeds
and I don't like what I see.
I've never been good at tackling the roots,
I just chop away at the surface,
and so up again my sadness shoots
taking a hold of my overactive head,
oh why can't it just let me be?
Now I'm not so sure if I have the tools
to rid myself of this terrible mess
and my pride hates to be made a fool
and yes, I wear my heart in my chest
but it's always looking to jump over the fences
one day I'll find an axe for this hideous tree.