There are things I should not tell~
Things I need to take to Heaven or hell~
There is stuff if told it would be cold~
Things I must keep in my concealed fold.
Private things that make me happy~
Harmless things that spur my ego~
Secret stuff where we can not go~
If uncovered I would be exposed.
There are happenings I can not reveal~
There are activities if told you would know how I feel~
Happenings I must not ever divulge~
Healthy fun times I can not disclose.
Joyous times that I can not let slip~
They could hurt you enough to be a jealous pip~
Even those innocent things I can not make known~
As well as emotions I can not let show.
There are hard things I must bare~
There are stresses I can not share~
I can not even bring them to light~
For fear of some one elses spite.
Sometimes they are so overwhelming~
I hide them from myself or they would be too crushing~
There are places even my psyche shouldn’t delve~
There are things that must wait for Heaven or hell.
So underground I must stay~
Furtive I sometimes quietly play~
For confidential things sometimes need to be~
This is what riddles you about me.
Lisa J. Warner
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