Secret

I have this secret jotted down on a piece of paper and crumpled up inside my head it is heavy for paper. It's a distinct weight inside, my secret. Sometimes it unfolds making itself too big to stay safe inside my head. It swirls just past my lips tantalizing my tongue until I have to bite it, just to hold it back. And sometimes the secret crumbles itself into a tiny ball and rolls around inside my head, not heavy. I hardly realize it until it bumps and jumbles together with all the other papers kept up there. I have this secret you see that not even I remember exactly what it says. It's inside my head. Sometimes it's blocking out everything I lose myself inside it and hope someone will help me find my way back out. And sometimes I am lucky enough that it loses itself inside me and I can't find it. Why can't it be one of those days? I have this secret you see.