My secret is in a box
It lives under my desk
And is wrapped around my neck
Getting tighter and tighter
It feels like falling off a horse
Like a heavy backpack on my back
It would taste like a lemon
With a colour of muddy brown
It is a stone in my shoe
Annoying me every step I take
I am not revealing my secret
Because I hate it when people say,
“I know how you feel.”
My secret lives
Undercover
Under my skin,
In the depths
Of my mind
The secret
I’m hiding
Is wrapped
Around my neck
Making me
Choke in despair
This heavy scarf
Of a secret
Is like
Waking up
In the night
With cold sweat
Makes me want
To scream
Out loud
But
Only sadness
And silence
Comes out
Of my mouth
Bitter taste
If it had one
Gray colour
If it was visible
Rough texture
If it felt like something
A very heavy weight
All in my back
Making me feel
A defeated man
I miss
My grandma
She
Was
Perfect
My secret lives in the darkness
And rests under my bed
But it always visits my head
Especially my heart
When my family is together
I always wear it
In a small and hidden pocket
It feels worse
Than than what a human
Should ever imagine
I makes me want to run
Run far as I can
Run and never look back
But deep in my heart
I know that it will always be there
It tastes horrible
Similar to a tasteless rough stone
The secret eats all the colours
And leaves no joy for others
In the end
Darkness is all that remains
It can be lifeless
Lifeless, rough and cold
But it can quickly change
And become a scorching fire
That destroys happiness and dreams
I can not reveal it
And you do not want to hear it
I hate the boy I am today
So you’ll never hear me say that
I am unique.
Deep down I know that
The ticks define who I am
And that
I’m only known for my Tourettes.
I refuse to believe that
There is hope.
I’m ashamed of myself in public
No longer can I say that
I’m proud of who I am.
Read it Backwards
I hate poetry
So you’ll never hear me say that
I’m a good poet
Because I know in my heart that
No one appreciates my work
And that
Poetry is useless
I refuse to believe that
My work is loved
Because I know that
I’m not good enough
So I will never say that
I love poetry
*Read backwards.
My secret lives
In my veins
As refreshing
As a rushing river
Light blue
Just like the sky
A golden ring
Shining in the dark
A little ring
I take everywhere
This secret is like
A Christmas gift
Which may not be opened
A sweet taste
That turns bitter
When thinking
My muscles turn tense
And a bunch
Of mixed emotions
Just the feel
Of not knowing
Where he is
Just like
The Christmas box
I wrote about
Earlier
This secret
Cannot be
Unraveled
My Secret lives
In the scratches of my arms
It feels light,
Yet you can feel it
Non stop
It always feels like
Hiding, in its jumper
It tries to hide
And scatters whenever it moves
It makes me feel
Different from my friends
It digs a hole
To never be seen.
It is tasteless
Yet it wants to jump,
Jump around my tongue
It would be a vivid blue
And green
Changing every few seconds
It would be a disk player,
But it scratches the needle
And breaks every day
Only working and playing
For two hours
Maybe I’ll tell my secret
Maybe I wont
Only time
Can tell.
The little girl
Who once taught me
How to ride my bike
Is now yelling at me
For stealing her clothes
Apparently I didn’t ask her
The little girl who
Used to want to
Play with me
All the time
Is now yelling at me
To get out
The little girl
who cried over a scrape
On her knee
Is now asking
Me for comfort
Over a stupid boy
The little girl
who used to tease me
about being short
Now only reaches
My shoulders
She used to say
‘I’m taller than you’
But now it’s my turn
The little girl
Who I used to share a room
With is now moving away
She says
‘I’m not abandoning you’
Then why does it
Feel like she is
My secret lives
In a medium-sized
Box I have to hide
In my garage
When I think
About it, it makes me
Nervous, it feels like I
Have to tell someone
It tastes
Like a spiky,
Hairy taste
My secret
Is still
And it doesn’t
Breathe
It is a brown
And green colour
It is old and dark
It has little
Black dots
This secret
Would have to be
A really big object,
It would be
Like
A very long rope
It feels like
If it is
Really big,
Long and spicky,
It feels like a
Dark and
Scary moment
It feels like
If I tell it I think
I would be in
Big trouble
My secret lies
In the bottom of my heart
It indeed has a bitter taste
But also
Somewhat sweet
A pointy needle that pricks me
And
A sharp knife that stabs me
Has left me an
Unforgettable wound
Red and Orange and Yellow
Will burn in my heart
And will always remind me
Of the good and happy moments
A sour sensation
Pierces into my heart
And has left me
An erasable scar
I’ve never felt like saying it
With fear of others’ thoughts
But the truth is that
The person will always have
A special place in my heart.