my notebook is filled with secrets and truth,
but so is this book,
afraid to show people who i really am,
love wise
cause when i give a little,
they give none
when i try,
they don't
happens to everyone,
i get it
but the only time they see the truth is through my writing,
i can never say any of this out loud
truth is,
i want you to know,
i just don't know how to tell you
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
