In the depths of my mind, hidden away,
Lie locked drawers of memories and thoughts,
Kept safe from prying eyes, meant for ones own display,
A treasure trove of secrets, fears, and fraught.

Behind the facade of a smiling face,
Lies a world of pain and regrets,
Locked away in a secluded space,
Where only one can place ones own bets.

Each drawer holds a piece of ones own self
A fragment of ones past,
A memory that one can't set free,
A thought that will forever last.

Some drawers are filled with joy and laughter,
Moments of pure bliss,
While others...