My Best Kept Secret
My best kept secret has remained hidden down the well
And kept me from a life of hell,
Keeping me from being under a spell,
And becoming an empty shell
I have even managed to keep the secret from myself,
Where it remains unnamed on a shelf,
Safe from even an elf.
If it ever came out I would have no defence,
And could not escape by climbing over a fence
Or acquire help via a reference.
If it ever got out what addiction I could not handle,
Others would follow me with a ladle,
Til I was crying like a baby in a cradle.
I count my blessings every day,
And pray for those whose secret has been blown away,
Cursing those who make a living out of which should not hold sway,
And those who turn a blind eye to give them headway.
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