The brain's filing cabinet

Walls covered with cabinets,
grey ones and white ones
wood ones and metal ones,
and each contain different memories,
the gold ones contain all you hold dear
every I love you
whispered in you ear,
everything you've ever achieved
and all the good things you've ever believed,
the white ones contain day to day things
thing that are plain like the colour,
all your normal protocal
like how you remember to talk
and walk,
and then tucked in the corner,
in a place that should never be touched,
the black ones, contain that most upsetting of all,
all the things you'd tried to erase,
tried to hide, things that should be kept
under lock and key,
unfortunately, all it takes is one sentence,
even a word,
for the contense of those cabinets
to come flying open,
spewing the worst feelings you've ever felt
right into the foreground.