#SecretStory

Once upon a time there was someone just like me and you,
She was just a regular girl, living without a care in a cruel world,
She carried with her a secret no one else knew, that's how the story goes,
It wasn't a secret life of letters, or a secret life of words,
You think you know the truth, but hidden lies not told,
As her secret whispers softly only in the dead of night,
Just as she crawled under the covers, she felt such a fright,
A secret that's never been seen, but it makes her want to scream,
But all of her emotions seems to fall on stormy ground,
She wear them just like some old hand-me-downs,
Only in a quiet secret place where the moon never show it's face,
And the visions of hers in private often takes place,
Just between the shadows where the clouds pull apart,
Where all the ghost of the past, in the darkness haunt her heart,
They say all the things done in secret, under the cover of night,
Have a funny way of being brought into the light,
And as she looked forward, she looked back, she feels her heart is moving way too fast,
She feared her secret is about to be revealed, and open up her sacred heart,
And her secret will break free at last,
From inside, lies so many wounds of the past, that have never been healed,
As she breathe in real slow, with the horror and panic exposing what's real,
But then her ego, the false self-born out of fear, crawled back inside to hide her secret pain,
And everything she's never said, inside still remains,
As the hidden shame and bitter pain of her fears fill the air,
And as hurt bites her trembling mind,
It began just like all tragedies time after time,
And it hurts so much to see the hurt beneath her laughter with all her hidden lies,
As she tried in vain to keep the painful secret
Locked behind her eyes,
Although I know you've heard it all before
So I won't go on or say it anymore,
Because no one knows she's fighting a secret war,
Underneath her skin, she's covering up secret scars,
And so they never make a sound, they're kept hidden in the lost and found,
But it's a secret not to be kept but told, she doesn't have to suffer anymore,
Because the secret of feeling complete, is locked
inside her, like a burning pain,
And so underneath the darkened sky, and all along the crooked way, each and everyday,
The same story is told over and over again of life's sorrow and of secret pain, driving so many silent sufferers insane!!!





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