Poetry for the Soul

The Secrets in My Mind is My Lifeline

Author's Note:

Warning. This might be depressing.

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Here's a little something

I would like to say

I've had a tough day

The past few weeks has been bad

And I'm a little mad

But just lemme dump it all out here

I wouldn't mind a listening ear

I can swear, I can joke

I say what's on my mind

I keep my secrets like it's my lifeline

Some days I'm broke

Some days I'm rich

Some days I'm nice

Some days I can be a complete witch

Some days I'm feeling good 'bout myself

Some days more often than not I feel bad

And all day I'll be more than a little sad

Some days I'm strong

Some days I weak

Some days I don't let it show

But I've been through a tough week

I'm a lover

I'm a hater

I'm a writer

Sometimes it's hard to show

Who I really am

Cause I myself don't know

I can swear, I can joke

I say what's on my mind

But sometimes I just don't

And I keep my secrets like it's my lifeline

Sometimes I love my opals and silk dresses

Sometimes I love my alexandrites and leather jackets

Sometimes I love my diamonds and expensive suits

Somedays I'm sweet as honey

Somedays I'm bitter like coffee

But on the rare better days

I'm a mix of both

I'm an artist

I'm a pianist

I'm a lyricist

Sometimes it's hard to show

Who I really am

But there's more to me than people know

I can swear, I can joke

But that doesn't mean I'm not broke

Somedays I'll keep saying I'm fine, when I'm really not

Somedays I'll say what's on my mind, most times

And I keep my secrets like it's my lifeline

Sometimes I like the rain

Sometimes I like the sun

More often than not I feel pain

And there's nothing that can be done

I'm a daughter

I'm a sister

But most times I'm just a girl

Sometimes I just want the ground to swallow me up

And hide me from the world

It's hard for me to show

Who I really am

Cause I myself don't really know

The secrets in my mind

Is my fragile lifeline

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