The ironic thing is that I didn’t have secrets back then. I was talking more about keeping secret the fact that I felt sad most of the time and didn’t like to tell other people because I didn’t want to bring the mood down.
Spring 2017
The Secrets I Keep
So many cuts on fingers and toes
There is no one who knows
Just like those shows
outside wearing bows
inside reaching new lows
Why have foes?
When your flaws stand in rows?
Self goes.
Replaced only by woes
Gathering scraps, she sews
No one will ever know.
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Note:
Picture is from Pexel’s Free Photo Library. I liked it because of the expressions “saving face” and “hiding your true self”.
My Dragonfly Life 