Best Kept Secret
A smile remains on my dry lips
The evidence is masked
The words they hear are nearly scripts
They must never gain knowledge of the task
Every night it creeps
It’s my own personal cell
No matter my screams or my weeps
I am put under its spell
One decision turned my being to disgust
I had no knowledge of the control
It’s a new type of lust
My innocence it stole
My mind rests on the urge
The thoughts never escape
Just one more purge
Then I will be healed, as if it were a scrape
It becomes an addiction once attached
The feeling is lurking in the dark
My heart it has snatched
The damage has left its mark
The waiting game is nearing
The big moment awaits
With all the voices sneering
Unraveled will be my faits
(2013)
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