Skeletons

Someone found my skeletons

While picking through my closet

Around they roamed

With a fine toothed comb

Until they found my secrets.

For a moment they may have paused,

But then they pushed on

I sat here

And between tears

I prayed that they'd move along

And all the things that I had tried

To sweep under rugs and hold inside

Reappear now, in two hurt eyes.

Why were you so intent on looking

If you didn't know I had anything to hide?