[The secrets we keep]

The secrets we keep from each other all have justifications
Reasons, excuses that we deem believable enough to hide truths
But, who are we protecting, saving, sparing?
Secrets are truths denied, hidden from prying eyes
In an attepmt to prove we do have things better left unsaid.
God what fools are we, hiding from the mirror image of our not-so better halves
Convincing our own souls that we're doing the right thing, the just thing
Never realizing how determental to our sanity these secrets can be

My secrets are things I would never tell, words and emotions and passing thoughts
Do you wonder what my secrets hold?  Are they even real, or simply imaginary?
Can they translate into words like you want them to be, or are they just unspeakable?

Yes, sometimes I want attention from her, but that never means I'll tell her
I feel like an outcast of my family, always the one with troubles, the failure
I can admit that I have no friends in the state I live, and how much it hurts
It's no secret that I hate everything about myself, but it is that I actively work to prevent myself from changing anything
I've faked it, not in the last year and a half, but before that
I don't really love tigers
I've made up excuses not to talk to people I don't like
I don't help people out of charity, but usually because I have nothing better to do at the time
My parents never abused me, but sometimes I wish they had, it would make sense for my state of mind and the violent nature

Secrets are treasures we hold deep inside of us, knowing that at least if one was to be heard, it would be stolen from us forever, and we can never recover a secret.  To let one be heard, be understood and be talked about is one thing that no one wants, and as a safeguard, we create more secrets from our failures, our desires, our needs, and our wants.  No, not everyone will actively admit to this, but I guess that's just another secret isn't it?