Dreary Curtian

The words keep coming
Trying to say something
Not quite sure what though
Don't even know how to show

I'm lost in my own confusion
Its probably just an illusion
What you see is what you get
Not afraid to get caught

Secrets? I don't have any
At least not too many
Ask me anything you decide
Nothing I have to hide

Accept that one dreadful question
This is my one and only confession
Becuase even I am uncertian
What lies behind that dreary curtian

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COPYWRITE Karen Simpson