The things i want to hide

There's a ripe durian living inside of me
Its hiding in the dark, where it cant be seen
But now and then, boldly its fragrance escapes.
Often at the most inconvenient time.

In those moments faces harden,
raw dissaproval etched deep.
I'm shrinking beneath the weight of unspoken judgement.
How i wished Its fierce odor had stayed locked inside.

My head bends, red swollen full of shame.
Yearning for a taste of rich,creamy honey, instead of its foul and putrid smell
Yet still, my longing finds no reward.

In the quiet of the night, it whispers of my flaws, exposing every hidden fear with an unforgiving scent.
I try to bury it deep, to mask the pungent truth.

The harder I press it down, the stronger its resistance.
Is it all in vain, to hide the parts of me ?
Even a durian’s stench holds a tale worth recalling.

Perhaps there’s beauty in the
raw, in the unpolished disguise.
Even while the odor lingers still,
I silently embrace the part of who I am.