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.”