Cracks In My Walls

The building of me stands erect Perfectly, imperfectly flawed My plastered, painted smile hides the cracks inside my walls From outside looking in sun shines through the windows of my eyes But step inside my humble self hidden leaks will soon arise. In the rooms of my conscience dirty laundry laid out bare But clean laundry hangs out to dry for all to see — to air If you’re looking for a show home this house is not for you The foundations of me wired with many faults but abides with integrity Warning! I ask that you tread carefully stepping on my indented floors the building of me may stand erect But I’m perfectly imperfectly flawed. Written by Kiki Ray