Day old Laundry

Twisting in the wind left out to dry I hang there on one peg like yesterdays laundry  
It’s always the day after the night before in my complicated life
Communication seems to have been cut but I listen out with open ears
 
There are hurt feelings but I know not for what
I brace myself for the onslaught of accusations being throwing
It smacks of double standards yet no commitments have been spoken  
 
I feel guilty and apprehensive for my behaviour be it good or bad, knowing I have done no wrong  
When I write it may be fact or merely my fantasy life I like to share
My imagination runs riot when I put pen to paper and words are free flowing
 
No limits on what I pen it takes any shape it can and ends on paper with a thud
I want to scream at the world tonight “FUCK OFF and Leave me alone”
But I don’t, I sit here on my faithful sofa and spin a yarn to suit my mood
 
Send in the bailiffs to repossess my heart my feelings my all
Package and label them not for resale
Strange thoughts wander through my head with no place to go
 
Don’t take me at my word as its worthless it seems
Yet no lies ever escape my lips if only the right questions had been asked  
I hide nothing but you don’t seem to know me