Search for me in the morning
search for me at night
search for me without warning
for I am out of sight.

Hidden in plain view
hidden from your eyes
look for me all anew
so I no longer have to hide.

I am a ghost writer
for my troubled past
I still try to hide her
though you still ask.

To pen a full confessional
to reveal every flaw
let me pretend to be the fool
stop asking me for more.

For I am the secret keeper
the holder of the key
even though you still seek her
she remains within me.