Look All You Want

I’ve no wool to pull
Over your eyes
There’s no secrets to hide
Or faults to disguise
I’ve not any regrets
Of which I won’t speak
I’m empty, devoid
Of the darkness you seek

Open my cupboard
Check under my bed
There’s no skeletons there
Nor in my attic or shed
My past is not littered
With grim indiscretions
Nor is it tainted
With buried obsessions

I’m as you see me
Not pure yet used well
Look all you want
But there is nothing to tell