Your are written in my mind as a secret
I keep Beneath my sheets
I portrayed you as a monster in my closet
so a monster you shall be, no one will never know
Who you truly are?
Or seek to be ?
I've opened and closed your doors countless times
I fell the dreading pain that lingers when i close the doors
I want you out but
It best to keep you to myself
There some many things that i want to say
I just don't know how to say it
Or even what to say?
So instead of keeping it all in,
I'll tell the moon, or the flowers,
I'll talk to my pillow,
or my own reflection.
You may not be know to the world,
Bu In the end, this may have been
The best decision possible
It surreal to think that
My journal knows more secrets
than my friends will
Ever know, But no one will ever know
more than my bedroom walls
i'm afraid to admit They know more than I let off.
A secret monster is what i have portrayed you to
Be so a monster you'll shall continue to be
as for what you have been for
the past 5 years
Till death do us part i shall never speak of you agian.
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