Hide and seek: A very personal poem by me

Hide and seek

I’m hiding

High walls

White paint

I feel seen

Exposed

Yet I feel invisible

See-through yet impenetrable

my hiding spot acts as a shield

I feel naked

I search desperately for clothes

As a disguise of some sorts

A cloak I can put on

But alas I have nothing to wear but my own shame and guilt

I emerge from my hiding spot and step into the house

this airtight vault

Full of secrets and shame

You continue to wander

searching aimlessly for me

Dying to know what lies behind

The walls of this glass castle

That serves as my hiding spot

They continue to peek

Pulling back my thin curtains

They offer colorful suggestions about my decor

Overstay their welcome

Prod through my things

Take a peek into my medicine cabinet

filled with chalky white pills

That taste like judgment and despair

Bitter and yet so addicting

I overdose

I shove them down my throat

Making sure to leave room for Jesus and other peoples opinions

I recede back into my hiding spot

I let the darkness envelop me

I hope that this sick twisted game of hide and seek ends soon

because I’m still waiting for you to find me

hiding In the closet