The more you know
the less you want to know
some things get uncovered
drawn out into the open
ugly wounds
that have been wrapped up for years
bruises that haven’t healed
scars so deep
they don’t know how to be normal again
pleading and begging
’Oh, to be anything I’m not
but please, don’t ignore me
see me for who I am
unfiltered and true’
But my eyes are sore
I can’t look anymore
I’m walking away
and hoping you’ll wrap those bandages
back where they used to be
some things are better left unseen
Coffee Shop Sessions 