Dirty Laundry.....time to clean up

no one like to do it
no one wants to be the one
to drag all the dirty laundry out the house
stuff the washer and wait...
wait for all the filth and all the grim to be washed away
a minor task to some
some even do it on a more hands on approach but we all do it
our dirty laundry
the stress from a long week can stain the brands of a new shirt
the tears soaked into her sheets as she cried herself to sleep
the blood from the fight 
all of this is our dirty laundry
we let them build and pile up waiting til the right time
filling out bags with the hurt from a years past and the shame of yesterdays breakup
we wash
we take care in our cycles for we run our first to make sure all of all darkest secrets become clean letting them out to dry the folding them nice and neat just to pack them away again
the our purest white lies we take care with these hoping no one see us being as gentle as we can 
we wash
finally when as is said and done we take our time and fold up our hurt and our pain and suffering all the tears we shed and blood we spill we pack them nice and tight to give the illusion everything is just fine
so as we make a end to our laundry session we take pride in the work we done 
we have washed away all shame all doubt all the pressure of the world....
and we are clean