All I Am. All I Have. Is Words.

there are secrets and lies …and then theres sometimes.

sometimes… we keep secrets.

i know you dont know me very well.

for all these stories i tell,

little is ever said. 

the sick retrospective

perspective of one self defined

self righteous,

self absorbed,

self… . . loathing,

(naturally there is duality)

Self.

But sometimes… .we keep secrets.

like how sometimes

maybe its even less than twenty.

     …. . but I’ve felt so ugly I’ve thrown up what i eat.

and Thats ok,

I can just wash my hands.

but sometimes, 

I shut my girlfriend out 

Cuz i just figured out

i only believes she tells me I’m not disgusting

is cuz i honestly believe its just cuz she loves me too much to actually tell me.

and sometimes… 

we keep secrets.

forbidden dreams

terrified to question their verity

cuz that strange feeling 

is too reminiscent of memory.

I keep under lock and key.

closer than a whisper

the things I’ve done and seen.

Perhaps its a breech of contract and my sense of inner self will be upset 

but sometimes …

the secrets we keep tend to steadily eat at our minds

til our insides are flipped

inside out

pouring.

But i digress.

Guess my point is,

we all have secrets.