Uncovered Sadness

It's the little secrets that I keep, With my many wall of hell built all around. I wish I could say I wasn't difficult, But sadly I can't. I wish I could say that I'm happy, but sadly I can't. I wish I could say that I am strong, but really I don't feel strong. Sadly I feel like I am a failure, Failure as a daughter, as a mother, a friend, and once a wife. Its the little secrets that are sadly my truth, I'm an open book. Every page you turn is my own personal hell. My many walls of hell, no matter which way I turn you will see, my own personal demons within me.