Dig Your Own Hole Poem by Edward Wragg

You paint the picture of me
So don't tell me you don't like what you see

You cover me in layers and say you cannot find the truth,
It's like looking for a video inside a telephone booth

I won't be an impression or a role you wish I'd play,
I won't lay down in silence in your secret hideaway,

You don't want to be discovered, want to bury both our souls,
Well if you want this to get that dirty dig your own bloody hole,

I'm tired of being covered I'll wear my heart upon my sleeve
and I'll bleed the words I'm feeling and keep them underneath

If you refuse to see me I know plenty left who will,
We can't have a real connection if you hide under a hill,

I'd give anything to know you but your cards are by your chest,
If you can't show me what you're holding then there's nothing we have left

I hope you'll find someone who'll fix you, who you'll let inside your gate
Someone to dance and laugh and cry with, and for your future to be great

You have beauty and compassion and you always see the best,
But 'til you remove your suit of armour I can't sleep inside your nest