A drawer is like a couch 

Keeping your secrets within it 

For the couch has seen what you really love 

It stores all your core memories inside

Within the comfort of its cushions, you'll find the long lost treasures that you hide

The drawers shelves store you inside 

The things you like and what you wear 

But it also stores what no one knows, the things you secretly own

The couch whispers to your ear 

It shouts at you to be yourself.

When no ones home you flip the cushions 

To the side that's fully stained 

That way no one will notice the marks left 

When the door knob seems to turn 

You quickly flip them back again 

The cushions once more shine a perfectly white slate.

With a whisper, “Be you”