I used to think I had
No secrets.
I used to think I was
And open book.
That everyone knew everything.

Lately I've become just the
Opposite.
Everything about me is a
Secret.
No one knows it.
My parents can search my
Name all they want.
They'll never read into my words
Enough to see.
My friends can inquire
About my feelings
All they want.
They'll never get it
Out of me.
Not enough to see.

A detail here.
A detail there.
That's all they'll ever uncover.
They'll never dig up
Those deep, dark
Mysteries of me
That I cannot bear to write down.
Much less speak aloud.
Those enigmas that come
Bearing no adjectives,
No words holding the correct terms to define these feelings.

These secrets keep me up
At night.
These secrets keep me on
The run
For something more.