I hold my secrets within me.
I keep them sealed in a bottle.
Locked up tightly.
I keep those secrets hidden from prying eyes.
From the ones who would take advantage of me.
I wear a mask to keep their suspicions at bay.
To hinder their curiosity.
Because if they don't ask then I don't have to tell.
I'm torn in two.
Half wants to tell them.
Scream it out until my throat is raw.
Until my voice fails me.
Until I run out of things to say.
But the other half is different.
It wants me to remain silent.
To keep me from saying a word.
So I suffer internally.
No one notices.
And no one cares.
That is the dominant side.
All I can do is watch as my two sides battle it out.
The bottle kept firmly inside me.
Maybe one day that bottle will open.
Maybe one day I'll reveal my secrets.
But when will that day come?
When I'm on my death bed?
Nothing to say but what I've kept in that bottle for so long?
Or will it be sooner?
When I find myself breaking down from keeping it in for so long?
Maybe the bottle will tip over and break.
Maybe I'll forget those secrets which are nothing but bad memories.
Secrets I've kept forever.
They might finally spill out.
But for now those secrets will stay locked up.
Kept in my bottle of secrets.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
