You store your memories in drawers
In one of the many rooms of your mind
Some opened, some unopened
Some holding your darkest secrets
Some holding your deepest fears
You leave the room untouched for years
Out of nowhere happens something
forcing you into a dilemma whether to open the room and the drawers
Will those fears haunt you or those secrets humiliate you still
You wonder, what if you reveal your secrets and face your fears
Will the world around you accept you or disown you
Will you make peace with yourselves or you belittle yourselves
You decide to leave the room & drawers untouched
Thinking, may be the closed room is the one that makes you who you really are.