Inside Out

My shield has cracked, My heart has split. Real is seeping out. Quick! Should I clean it up? What if it makes a mess? Yes…what if? But it’s my mess! Aren’t I the only one who can clean it? Isn’t it just easier to not make the mess in the first place? Keep it all in, neat and tidy? But it’s too late for that. My walls are leaking. Real is seeping. Once it starts to ooze, it can’t be forced back it. It’s so unruly. So, I guess for now you’ll see my mess. What’s that you say? Yo