Leave your worries
At my door
I’ll hold them tight
I’ll find some more
I’ll find them hiding
Where there are none
I’ll finish ones
That have begun
I’ll see the worst
In every word
I’ll hear secrets
That can’t be heard
I’ll feel the knives
From behind
I’ll hold it all
In my mind
I’ll let it boil
In my brain
I’ll see the pattern
Once again
Allies lie
When out of sight
Friends colour
Black and white
And when it’s safe
As it can be
They’ll bring their guns
To murder me.