Secrets Poem by Ben Bergeth

I have all these secrets
in my head
on my heart
and I'm not letting them go

I'm holding on
Like my shame
my pride
has no where to go

No where to run
no where to turn
you're not open
to this concept of listening

I'm not open to opening
up those doors
That keep me back
from me

So impersonal
one whiff of
my life
is too much

For you
Listening is some sort
of task that is not worth
the time

You're closed
to me open
apathy
that is all you are

You're waiting
for bitterness to fly
This foot over mouth
And a head above shoulders

Just wait
I'll be covered in shame
And you'll suppress that small grin
of self-righteousness

If you want an honest answer
here it is
listen up, now
I have a secret

I'm tired of this insincerity
this apathy
this vexation
that I have a secret