My old jewelery box

See these rings that litter my hands,
and these chokers that have there grip on my throat.
my earrings and necklaces dangle lifelessly,
unlike my bracelets that used to jingle when i wrote.

my old jewelery box tells a story,
along with the jewels held inside.
just listen with your mind to its silent words,
and its secrets shall no longer hide.

some of my rings are old and have history,
whilst others are bold, colourful and new.
i like to wear them all at the same time,
that sometimes only my fingertips are in view!

some chokers are gothic and beautiful,
that the common chav dislikes.
some are mental and florescent,
but i love the colours, buckles and spikes!

and like and wear in-your-face earrings,
i also wear heavy and dark ones too.
i want to wear them all at the same time,
but until i have more piercings, i can only wear two.

my beads dance when i move,
pendants and chains swing like a noose.
my bracelets rattle and shake,
i like the feeling of them on my wrist when they're loose.

my old jewelry box is overflowing,
as it sits there silently through time.
but it tells more of a moral than a story,
that to be yourself is not a crime.