My secret lives in the open,
I wear it like a watch
but no one notices,
It’s light and it’s a blast.
My secret makes me not want to share it,
It makes me feel free,
but if it comes out,
It becomes pessimistic and stinky.
My secret would be brown like the combination of all,
Still being unique though,
It’s not able to manifest as an object
Because it has always lived with an open door.