A day to think, That’s all I need. These thoughts of mine, Must be freed. I can’t tell you, It’s my information. Your reaction, Simply exclamation. To go back, To how life was. It doesn’t help, It never does. I’ve made my choice, It’s all on me. Would you just stop talking, And let me be? I’m not going to tell you, It’s my secret. It not that I don’t trust you, You just can’t keep it.
I don't usually rhyme my poems. This is one of the ones that happen to by rhymed though.