Secret
Obscured secrets
hidden deep within my mind and soul
Controlled by fear
Suspicion perpetually acknowledged
Senses dominated by containment
A house of deceit from lies which deception is built
Burying the imperfections not to be shown
My mind always playing tricks on me
Never knowing if I will be found out
Fear always in the back of my mind
Will the entanglement of my deception become to much to bear?
Copyright © Heather Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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