Do you know, I keep secrets?
And sometimes I lie?
Paint myself in silhouette,
But I’m not sure why.
My shameful heart is burdened.
Don’t know what to do.
To stop myself from spilling
Things that just aren’t true.
Is it because I’m lonely?
Connected; yet lost?
Never knowing what to say,
No matter what the cost.
Awkward and uncomfortable,
I have that in spades.
Desperate to hide my flaws
Yet still, they pervade.
Living in the “ifs” and “whens”
Never now and here.
Slowly dying bit by bit,
Existing in this fear.
Drawing on your sympathy.
Victim card, I’ll play.
You’ll never know the real me
Despite what I say.
Take responsibility?
Nope. I’ll duck and hide.
Unrelenting perfection
My armour; my pride.
You’ll never really notice
The absolute despair
Expectations left wanting
Truly a bugbear.
Maybe I’m an enigma
You take what I sell.
Am I lying even now?
Guess.
I’ll never tell.
By Sarah ©2022
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 18 June 2022; and Photo Challenge #419
By Sarah 
This is sooooo good, and relatable.
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Thank you!! 🙏🏻
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You’re most welcome!
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I think we all have our secrets. Some perhaps more harmful to ourselves than others, since we can be our own worst judges. This piece also reminds me of actors… so hard to actually know who they are when they play so many roles 🙂
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