cliff's notes...

The older we get
The more we have to carry
We embrace what the future has in store for us
But cringe at the thought of what we have left in our past
And you begin to wonder
How much is too much for some one else to know
We say we want a person that we can tell our life stories to
But in reality we want some one to tell the cliff’s notes version of our lives to
We are all too afraid and worried that the other person will judge us, pity us,
or look at us differently
taking us off the pedestal that they have chosen to place us on
and then there are those times that what we have to carry
is sitting on the tips of our tongues
we are longing to tell what we have hidden
but fear keeps it inside
so we retreat back to our closets
locking the skeletons inside
and continue to pass out the cliff’s notes version of our lives…