30 minute shower
20 minutes to do my hair,
Endless time at the mirror
To try and catch your stare.

You see me every morning
And you always say hello
I try to hide that nervousness
So my real feelings do not show.

You ask me simple questions
And i fumble to answer back,
Close my eyes , count to ten
Try to get on track.

My friends all think its crazy
How ive never clued you in
They say if i dont speak up
"How will anything begin? "

Im so much more content
Keeping this inside,
What if it went sour ?
I have too much pride.

So ill stand here every morning
And mutter " light and sweet "
And hope that in another life
You and i could meet .

Her lips quiver
in normal conversation,
she aches to release her demons that have
recently grown so strong.
She's waiting for someone
to unearth the secrets shes buried
in shallow ground.
Her secrets are hidden
in plain sight.

Her secrets are on sale-
up to 95% off.
She's holding a sign that reads
"Everything must go."
But who would pay for
a sad girls secrets?
Why should we be burdened
with her pain,
when we can barely manage
our own?