Every Card

It'll all be thrown on the table,
Every card will be played.
All chips traded in,
All debts paid.

Nothing will be left,
Nothing to be done.
The cards will be out;
The secrets gone.

Too bad this is harder
Than a simple card game.
It's unneccesarily strenuous,
It's such a pathetic shame.

We'll say everything there is,
Leaving nothing out.
We'll express our emotions,
In some way get them out.