"confidentiality" poems
I walked into a high school,
with one friend,
the only friend I made in elementary school,
who stayed my friend.
My mommy Doesn't like her,
I walked into a high school,
and my only friends older sister,
who felt like my sister too,
Passed away,
the school didn't care that we all cried,
I walked into a high school,
and I tried to make other friends,
and a kid got ******
and he stole my phone,
the police did nothing to him like the school and he later ***** a girl,
I walked into a high school,
going into a program with high hopes,
only for them to get shattered by those who didn't wanna deal with me,
because people didn't get things related to ADHD,
and I wanted to drop out,
I walked into high school,
and skipped the class,
after the one where the teacher and students all harrassed,
me,
because when I reported it, it was their word against mine,
I walked into high school,
and I talked to the teacher who would harass me,
and tried to make him understand me,
understand how I can't do things like everyone else can,
and he made me head banana masher and then I puked,
I walked into high school,
and Skipped that class for the first time ever,
because the teacher made me *****
be he was absent that day,
and I got in trouble for skipping and "lying about the incidence"
I walked into high school,
and skipped my classes,
and cried in the bathroom,
and cut myself,
because I couldn't handle my panic attacks,
I walked into high school,
trying so hard to make some sort of friends,
and they yelled at me every time I ******* smiled,
because they didn't want to allow me to be happy,
The school wouldn't let me have friends,
I walked into high school,
and tried to hangout with people after school,
and they just yelled at me,
made up lie about where I was supposed to be,
They tried to get more mom mad at me,
I walked into high school,
oblivious to what love,
***
or abuse was,
and the boy I was seeing ***** me,
I walked into high school,
on the final day of freshman year,
to take my final so i could get the **** out of there,
and they harassed me the entire exam period.
they said things of confidentiality,
I walked into high school,
and everyday I left in tear,
with a scarred body,
and nothing but fear,
and they expect me to wanna come back the following year?
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
It has been so hard to keep this secret,
even harder to accept that it was who I was.
I never wanted to be,
who you wanted me to be.
You tormented me,
when all I wanted to do was prove you wrong.
I was in denial for most of my life,
never wanting to accept who I was because of what you'd say.
When I finally admitted it to myself,
I found it necessary to tell the important two.
Knowing I was accepted by them meant the world to me,
it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders.
I thought everything was going to be okay,
hoping it would stay that way.
Unfortunately,
I was wrong.
I asked for your confidentiality,
I thought I had received it.
But,
apparently I hadn't.
Anxiously wondering what had happened,
waiting for your response.
I felt like I couldn't breathe.
I was ready to scream,
I wanted to run,
I wanted to be a million miles away.
But I couldn't,
I wasn't,
I was there,
living my worst nightmare.
I couldn't breakdown,
not there, not in front of them.
I had to stay level headed,
I couldn't let it get to me,
but I couldn't.
I wanted to cry,
go back to my old ways,
drown myself in misery that was my life.
That night was worst,
I was alone, hurt and emotionally unstable.
I regret what I did that night,
I promised myself,
I promised you,
I'd never do it again.
But I needed relief.
The pain was comforting,
in that moment I felt like I was okay.
Until I snapped back into reality.
This was unhealthy,
I wasn't going to let myself bleed out.
Not again,
I couldn't go to the hospital.
It took a while,
but it finally stopped.
I could breathe again.
My mind was clear,
I was able to think.
I was still angry,
but I let myself feel the emotions until they were gone.
I still couldn't believe it,
I couldn't feel,
I couldn't understand,
I couldn't.
Even though I felt betrayed,
I was betrayed,
you did me a favor.
I couldn't lie.
Not to myself,
not to you,
not to anyone else.
The truth was out.
Even though,
I felt as if my heart was ripped out of my chest,
mutilated and buried.
I knew
it wasn't your intention to hurt me.
You helped me,
you pushed me to do what I wanted to do for years.
It did not happen perfectly,
but it happened.
It couldn't be taken back,
I just had to deal with what had happened.
This all could have been avoided,
but my daddy tells me everything happens for a reason.
There is no need to grieve over mistakes.
Ultimately,
it's not the end of the world.
And what I gained was far more important.
Self acceptance.
I am okay with who I am.
I am okay with who I choose to love.
I am okay with life choices.
It was you who told me it would be okay.
It was you who stood by me.
It was you who did not judge or ridicule.
It was you who supported me,
from the beginning.
Thank you.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
The sun shines bright again for me
No more clouds or rain pouring so heavily
And the birds begin to sing loudly
And the flowers are looking oh so pretty
And the world again just seems to be happy
The mirror no longer mocks me
My eyes no longer hate what they see
My hair seems to fall so perfectly
And everything I wear makes me feel pretty
Makeup no longer has a use to me
Because my smile is all I really need
My skin glows and my cheeks are rosy
And the mirror finally seems to love me
The people don't seem to laugh
And I can seem to walk confidentiality
No one is talking behind my back
And my paranoia has left me
My fears lift away
And my laugh seems to stay
And for once I believe
I'm actually something
Mirrors don't mock me
And the sun is shining
My eyes no longer see the imperfections
That people no longer laugh
Or talk behind my back
And I can walk anywhere confidentiality
No more rain in my skies
Or teary eyes
And no more need to hide behind
The buckets of makeup that changes me
My smile stays and my laugh is real
And for once I'm not afraid to be me
For once I'm actually happy
Your eyes allow mine to see
The sun that shines
And the flowers that are so pretty
And your eyes allow me to ignore the mirror
And see all that's good on me
And your eyes allow me
To walk into any room with my head held high
Confidentiality
Your love makes no need
For me to hide
In the makeup I wear or the tears behind my eyes
Nothing else matter as long as I know you love me
And I no longer see the world so poorly
I don't see the hate
Or the people who talk behind my back
I don't see the cracks in my appearance
Or every little imperfection left
The sun shines bright again for me
No more clouds or rain pouring so heavily
And the birds begin to sing loudly
And the flowers are looking oh so pretty
And the world again just seems to be happy
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Stretchy sticky tape can be used for plenty
like preventing loose lips from spilling secret information
make 'em taste adhesive next time they lick crackly mouths
serve as a reminder of the importance of person-person confidentiality.
Some just can't keep a good story in their head
which is why they shout
and beg for the forgiveness of their unpopular ways
I love all these outcasts
because I feel I should, as do many others
they want to feel like good people
holy
and sometimes you find
you do enjoy the company of the strange
and I find
that I thrive on absurdity and being a ******
because it's exhausting to try to be normal
so you just act a fool and laugh
because you love to read about politics and physics
and you still enjoy
being un-sober
though it isn't apparent to all because you aren't so obvious
(except now)
and you know roughly who you are
at least have some ideas as to who you aren't,
you aren't a princess or an athlete,
you're not valedictorian, not perfect
just a humble little ****** with birds for brains
flying out of your ears
a whole flock of 'em
chirping away eating worms
early in the morn'
just insane in the dark.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
There’s something about the way your words just flow when you speak of what you love that gives me a sense of peace. This is the same kind of peace felt when the Florida wind caresses against my skin on a warm afternoon, and sometimes I like to think your touch is just as gentle and welcoming. Sometimes, convincing myself that your touch is as smooth as the words you use to lure me to you drives away the monster inside seeking what to taunt me with next. Lately, it’s been picking at you, but when you smooth out the bumpy road and just drive, my mind is at peace. The peace growing in this careless mind which I used to call home has a name: Travis; my new home.
There’s something about your eyes; profound, delicate, confidential; they describe you. Just by the gaze of your brown/green eyes, your personality is revealed. And it’s that confidentiality in your stare, and the delicacy in your gaze that gives me security.
I can’t wait for the day that it’s no longer the way you observe people, but the way you hold me that gives me that sense of security. Where it’s no longer the way you talk, but that “Florida wind” impression you give off when your breath strokes against my skin that gives me that same sense of peace. When I’m home and I can rest and hear the music of your heartbeat putting me to sleep. I can’t wait for that day, when I can just put those demons to the side and breathe to the rhythm of the music. Because with your peace and security orbiting my mind, I can finally rest again.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
With her black eyeglass frames and sensible heels,
the psychiatrist is a contrived portrait of neutrality.
The timer on her desk ticks sickeningly,
counting off the missed opportunities for revelation
that pass with each minute.
I ask her if she has considered a Victorian fainting couch,
she does not smile.
I make cheap cracks about diet ads and the plight of the modern anorexic,
she scribbles something on a legal pad-
from where I sit, the only legible word is "questionable".
She is not describing herself,
yet I can think of nothing more dubious
than being paid to listen to another's tedium.
I spend one hour each week with my hired companion,
and she, in turn,
spends her time relaying information
to another army entirely,
sending reports to the other doctors,
leaking statements to my family.
She is the informant, and I,
the gullible sap who believes in
"conditional confidentiality".
I pretend I know nothing of the arrangement,
and try to speed time by imagining alternate realities.
I picture her as a talking doll-
A string protrudes from her back;
when pulled, a mechanical voice says
"I see", or occasionally,
"How do you feel about that?"
I stifle a laugh,
and glance over at her glazed expression-
there isn't much of a difference.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
She mulls over
a void dance tactic
Before proclaiming
Me damaged and telling me
You need to meet a nice girl
And stop with all these
Pornographic sycophants
I insist I'm not sure
The nice ones would deal with
The cacophonous buzz saw
Roar of my thoughts
And she says
What about me?
Write me a poem like you do
For all the other girls
and then I'll straddle you
And make the pain go away
And I reply
Okay, but I am not paying full price
for this session.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Do I break secrecy
Or keep confidentiality?
One means losing a friend
So does the other
He could be gone
By a simple phone call
Driven miles away
To who knows where
He could disappear
By the flick of a knife
Into a small casket
Underneath the ground
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
In nights when
a crisp humidity
wraps its
cocoon-
Jolts within me
suddenly
thoughts of a cove
where as a
child,
scattered clandestine
words-
burrowed on their
own
into the pallid sand
who soaked herself
with salty sea,
then pledged confidentiality...
until I grew,
and could take
it.
So
Burn
Inverness.
Let the whispered
die
and with you
firefly
ethereally toward night.
One can merely
hope
not a single soul
will catch
one
here nor
there...
though what's
there
to fear?
Only that which is
deeply known:
I was,
I am,
a child still-
never grown.
Red sky,
hide
stowaway embers;
remains
fallen from youthful lips.
Let ride away on
bobbing crests.
At low tide,
an even lower
soul
walks the shallows.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
brown to hide something magical meaning
of dreams in every place & bind
at the tips w/ silver, & he fell down
upon the minds of the first-fruits
& having pulled away from the cause
of the skin, the battle to say that to the girls,
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; sand marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
to spread the paint force over the board;
Russia partnership gale skin window
Was not wont to solve the threats search
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
He speaks with reading; Iowa prom &
drinking glass cops; Now started to eat
a few churches; to write small
she felt the base was broken,
English fool iota of origin eyes high
is no more of the matter of the peak
what is the state, also calf care, the game
is a walk; out of the rat they were filled
with conflict, The same place; Michael;
I was taken out of the running cases,
bandaged food with friends
Devices playing music revolution
Scientific knowledge and secretary general
In the dorm alarming clinical Loren,
painting teaching of ******* *****
Elegant heir; by that which is called the breath,
Of the guys from the board and to form
in the power of the club, however,
who hath been tried faculty, and the feet
of the bath having been crowned,
The words of the Lord;
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
We are dancers in the dark moving to the rhythm of the silence.
I can feel your breath beginning to violate my innocent skin as our lips become one and fingers pluck at garments like musical strings to the soul, exposing me to the grasp of intimacy.
The motions become more natural as you begin reciting poetry against me, devouring every word my body gives to you and reusing it in the next line.
Reiterating your extensive vocabulary never felt so wonderful to a woman.
My soul reaches out to ask for you by name, and hips collide in a catastrophic heat of the moment.
Sweat droplets swell on our frames as we sway to a consistent pulse,
Never straying out of line.
My body swells with ecstacy as I memorize our routine to the core of its confidentiality.
Our finale pursues us almost instantaneously as we become unsuspecting victims to the nature of devotion.
You had me at hello.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Contracts has been signed
When in a marriage we call it vows.
In truth its another name for confidentiality agreement.
Requiring you not to speak negative about one another.
A honor hold high among celebrity.
Where secrets|
Aren't to be exposed.
Cause of things we know.
Truth hurts.
Getting it told is like liars twisting facts in church.
You only reveal so much before the people.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
Crushed By The Weight of Truth
Buried,
Under the dusty rubble of fallen bricks
From a condemned house of secrets
Haunted by betrayal and fear
That the skeletons of a heinous crime
May fail to turn to dust
Suffocated
By a the silver electrical tape of pledge confidentiality
I am bound to a rocking chair
Outside of his empty closet facing the cracked window
where the wrecking ball of posthumous justice
Has lost its momentum
Julia Masi
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
Only in my dreams
under eyelids I find you at night.
I found you in Paris, kissing me in the shadowed alley way.
Beneath the aurora, lying in the snow
On top of the mountain, telling me "It's all yours one day."
You found me in our favorite store, searching for nostalgia.
The beach where we'd escape, in our own world
You held me so close, I got lost in my warm hysteria.
Then I awake from those dreams, and I'm slammed with reality.
The reality that my good dreams are my worst
And that is confidentiality.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
broken glass
at broken tables
with broken hearts
and broken thoughts
no one understands the broken
broken in the inside not the out
broken is the words you speak in quiet confidentiality
to a friend who will never quite understand
broken is crying at 2am
broken is staring at the razor in agony
knowing it causes more pain than relief
broken is feeling detached and fake
broken is not seeming broken
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
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For example, if the first-fruits, & bind at the tips with silver, & he fell down upon the minds of the first
& having pulled away from the cause of the skin,
The battle to say that the girls
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; sands' marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
to hide something magical meaning to Brown
& each hold dreams
tip w / silver fell
the first fruits of the minds of men,
A case has been pulled &
the skin, which in battle to girls,
He became a book, & will not be
comfort; s& marriage confidentiality
I am, however, might not be altogether
want to spread the paint on the board;
Russia partnership gale skin window
It is customary to look genius to solve threats
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
Reading that talks with Iowa & prom
cops drink glass; Now started to eat
Some small church write
felt overwhelmed foul
One iota high eyes origin stupid english
the peak of nothing so much, & to the
that being the state of, & the care of a calf from there, the game
The walk; filled with the mouse
while there was division in the same place, St. Michael;
Running away from the case;
provisions had friends
Found playing music revolution
Science & secretary general
On the other dorm clinical Loren,
painting teaching of ******* *****
An elegant heir; in that which he is called a spirit,
The guys from the board to form
in the power of the club, after all,
Has been tested by the ability of the feet of the
the bath crowned
The words of the Lord; & a paint spread
force over the board
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Was not wont to solve the threats search
He saw his fingers ask you to park in humans
He speaks with reading
Iowa has promised to drinking glass cops
Now started to eat a few churches;
To write a small she felt the base was broken,
English fool iota of eyes
origin high
a statement that it is a state which is no more of the matter of
too young to care
the game is a walk out of the rat,
They were filled with conflict, the same place;
Michael; Cases walk away from the field
The bandage food with friends Devices
Playing music revolution
Scientific data and Secretary General
In the dorm alarming clinical Loren,
******* painting learning *****
Heir refining; by that which is called the breath,
Of the guys from the board & to form in the power of the club, however,
Who hath been tried faculty, & the feet of the bath having been crowned,
The words of the Lord;
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
"Penny for your thoughts?"
His cigarette grins and meets my eyes.
Penny for my thoughts?
Heavy eyelash curtains drop and I chuckle in disguise.
Honest Abe won't buy you a piece of my mind,
You could offer me the wealth of the world and you still wouldn't win.
There isn't a level of confidentiality high enough for what goes on in my head,
Unparalled security lies behind green eyes and salty skin.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The cigarette gives up and ashes mix with the sidewalk salt
Penny for my thoughts?
The security guards change shifts as sad laughter echoes in the vault.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
To truly listen, you must care.
Be present, and self aware.
Do your contract at the start,
Too ensure, you’ve done your part.
Empathises through their eyes,
Connect the dots and be wise.
Person centred is the key,
To showing true empathy.
Communicate your limitations,
Boundaries and qualifications.
Ethics are what you need,
To value A human being.
Remain honest, and act true,
Be accountable, for all you do.
Act with nonmaleficence,
to show beneficence.
Ask open question, to aid progression.
I must critique we are all unique.
Let’s not forget about respect,
To have candour and protect,
Confidentiality - must be kept.
Be clear and transparent,
Paraphrase the apparent.
Focus on emotion, self governing and devotion.
Have congruence within your self,
Too ensure good mental health.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
Rebecca likes to tread in Hampstead Heath's duck pond.
She's got her white leather boots on.
Impervious to the green scaly algae.
One of inherited wealths important players,
her lightning decesions have consequences.
Md's are expected to decide
if it was her breech birth
that led to her revolutionary esprit
Her moon cycles will miss someone,
equally as caring
but conditioned to good behaviour.
Is heaven toast in bed after a fight
whose to say who is right?
but finding your own class is neigh impossible these days
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
. [for Melania Trump] .
The interior is in the morning. The fire was cold.
Marine Events: Who is my radio?
He found comfort in the trees as he did.
And go to the washing machine. Then wash the recorder.
But this is hell, where Elinstein's computer has long been.
Because there was one thing,
the people where he was before,
And you paid? Rome is tired. Portugal licensed 1
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For example, you can add two fingers to your wallet.
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Because they are not afraid, they will grow
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I lost some part of the weapon,
Give me your heart.
Queen's queen, the queen of origin.
In this case, there are opportunities.
The answer is part of a diet.
Young and old. In the world
Fear of the computer manufacturer.
Asia, Asia; Accept my last at any time.
Socks of inconvenience; I am waiting for death
Dogs want to make ions.
As in many areas, we want to add
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And what do you do for me?
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I love you
GUI, built in A,
Mark does not see it; firearms confidentiality.
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wait
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Basic translations: oh, oh, or refuse.
v, a, ab, wine, pass, For example,
he put out of the outside. And the roots
of the pilot, and so on.
He must leave the past.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 10:54 PM UTC
By Arcassin B and Dr.Strange
AB:Washed up is my middle name from all the
Goals of being worthless in this life and taking
Orders from a dead society,
I was always a loser even when I could not do
All the things I've always set out be,
The end of energy,
DS: it seems my entire existence has been a false reality As I claw my eyes out hoping I can't feel what I can't see Mainly the society that always magnified the worse of me Labeling me as loser before I could even breathe Disbanding my dream to be great before it even manifested itself as a dream So what's the point anymore Life is as hopeless as it seems,
AB: trying to redefine all of our pedigrees and our innocence,
Praying to the Lord in our church's for the extra help to keep our
Jobs and maintain the confidentiality to stay from bad things,
You do you and I do me ain't rap lyrics, it means something,
Working for the man ain't easy but it's something,
I had a temporary love for crafting things into my own image
When I was in God's image and learning his sons sacrifice to
Make it right for all of us especially the good people with moral
Values and heightened awareness of the things that creep on this
Planet's surface,
You,
Can be as stable,
And you,
Can make it right,
Why don't you just start tonight,
Ya might as well, til judgment day.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
oh confidentiality
makes me stop
makes me think
i pause.
and i knock myself up
another peg
on stress.
i have open ears
but
when one's heart is
sometimes an eternal winter
there's a slippery slope.
and people can fall fast.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
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Jan 20, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Man’s wishes
God who carries the blessings
People in the natural wish for materialistic wonders like money, clothes, a car, a career and the list goes on
But the gift that the world needs is the gift of Christ who keeps all individuals strong
Every day sustaining, understanding, overcoming and living life more abundantly
However in order to receive any gift from Christ, one must be in the asking and praying would be the ultimate step
This is no secret being well kept
There isn’t any confidentiality when it comes to the Christ
One must believe in the Holy being
It means justification within one’s inner emotions in change beginning
Christmas is much more than gift giving
The birth of Jesus in being Joy to the world
It is about sharing of your self in bringing hope to a loss soul who doesn’t know Christ
Hope is what one should expect and prosperity in the living
Christ is our advisor
He is the Love that was given upon the world
Christ should be the story of every one’s life
The creator of life and Prince of Peace
So if you feel loss this holiday season
Christ is here today, tomorrow and well into the future
Turn unity into everlasting
I want to share my testimony
I have told my story many times, but there is no reason I can’t tell it again and again
Death knocked hard at my living door
Doctors suggested a Funeral for me for my family to explore
But Christ stated Death you could ignore
This all happened when I was just a little babe as a new born
I was still in my yond
But of complications from Asthma, Doctors stated I would only live to 7
Well Behold
I am 59 years old, and God spared me, and I will be 60 years old on February 2, but if God lets me see it
So Christ is my every day gift
If you are going through something, you don’t have to suffer alone
What God did for me, he can also do for you
All you have to do is ask
Christ is the institution, but always has the plan of resolutions
So at the holiday season, let Christ be your reason for your own revelation
But today don’t let it be a hesitation
Let my testimony be your indication
I hope during the holiday, I have encouraged you in some way
But don’t delay
Christ is waiting for you today and fulfill throughout in every way.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC