I’ve got secrets,
follow them from place to place
carry them over and over.
I’ve got secret and I’ve got lies.
I’ve got truths,
shake them off and throw them aside,
I have disclosures to offer and
waste no time.
Offering little pieces of myself
to one person.
Offering everything of myself
to every person.
Startle and shock every one away
until someone can stand to stay.
Stand the worst and fear
and every single tear that comes with
every story I tell without my own emotions
even making an appearance.
God, I don’t even care any more.
Go, let me tell you stories to get rid of you.
Insecurities on a plate.
All the little secrets kept locked up
until I am on the edge
of something spectacular and horrible.