The Secret
I protect myself by putting up a wall,
I hide my feelings by standing tall.
Nobody knows the mess inside,
The part I try so hard to hide.
It took me a while to trust someone,
To start repairing the damage done.
Every time you touch me, I think of that night
When everything felt wrong, nothing was right.
I’ve got to be strong, say I’ve moved on,
Don’t hold onto things after they’re gone.
But it’s hard to bring up things of the past,
I could have stopped it, but it just went too fast.
I feel like I’m the one to blame,
And I know that sounds lame.
There’s so much I could have done,
Even though I was not the only one.
Saying things out loud makes it become a reality,
Something you can feel, something you can see.
I’d rather it be kept hidden, buried deep,
Like a secret I always want to keep.
Copyright © Kayla Lapointe | Year Posted 2008
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