Secrets

I can’t write today
Too much on my mind

The secrets I try to push back always come back to find

Back to paper and pen, then I’ll try again

The thoughts that caress and rip at my soul won’t leave me alone
They have found themselves a warm and loving home
Plenty of conscious and not to feed on

I can’t turn the heat on
My arms chill with the loneliness that escapes my chest
The heat is there, but under my frozen skin

I want to be the best
I want to let it all in
I need to let it all out

My mind is a splatter painting; ever –spinning into another twisted piece
It caves and curves; Outbursts and Zags

I don’t like the pressure of society; I don’t like what it thinks of me
I want to escape the cage I’ve been put into; but what is a girl to do?

Her skin is the blanket that withholds the rumors and secrets from public’s eye
If you ask me twice, I cannot tell you why

I am a secret standing before your very eyes
Pardon, I don’t tell many lies
But enough to keep these secrets safe within me
I lock it with an invisible key; the treasure is all irony
Because it can never be grasped

It will have to wait
Quite a long time, it will wait under the gates that it is kept behind
Maybe someday the secrets that escapade on their journey will be set free
And with this key I hold within my hand, I will let them be
Free.
My treasure will be mine once again.