I keep secrets
Locked up higher than I should
I can’t even reach them
And I know I never could
So don’t believe a word or thought
That I express (in vain)
Because they are all just counterfeit
And only to refrain
From saying what I really think
Or acting in a way
That would make me look as weak or frail
As I really am today.
But trust is not the issue.
And from pride I can escape.
But leaning on another’s words
I hardly can relate.

I really just don’t get it.
I have to turn my cheek.
I don’t believe those things you say
Or even why you speak
Of compliments
With flattering lore
All of these
Just tend to bore
My careless heart
Yet carefree soul
Longing only to be quite whole

But not from you
Or them
Or they
The only one is me, I say
That can utter truth
About myself
Hence why I keep secrets
On my top shelf.