My Secret
My secret
Its days like this that I want to run and hide
I want to lock myself in my room
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to tell you to get out
I want to say that you really don't know me
You just think you do
I’m not sweet
I’m not innocent
I’m just as bad as or worse than you
I may not have done the drugs
But what I did was worse
I buried it down deep inside of me
Until it was eating me away
I wanted to just push it aside and make it disappear
My life was better of without me
It was an easy way out
I tired it twice but it didn’t work
I’m stuck here for a reason
I had to deal with it
I had to admit that I was wrong
And than I had to move on.
Copyright © Tyndia Kannegieter | Year Posted 2008
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