You're mistaken if you think
I am out here begging,
waiting for you to unlock your heavy doors
and let me in, out of the cold.
Into a room, plastered with your stupid smile
covering the walls for all to see.
Dirt and debris swept under the carpets,
hidden under cupboards and stored away in jars.
Show me the wreckage,
your scars, bloody glass fragments,
torn remnants of fragile curtains.
Lay yourself bare.
And then I can help you to clean,
rebuild, repair and begin afresh.
And if I'm mistaken tell me so
I'm not afraid of being wrong about you.
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