Secrets Poem by Vonda Overlie

Secrets... I don't dare write them...
I barely am able to think them.

Has this done something in me?
Has this left me guarded, untrusting, distant.

Distant from you, yes you.
You were who I looked up to.
Watching you so very carefully as you drew on your face.

Looking at my own reflection, trying to mimic you.
Only in that form though.

I feel guilty. Like I asked for it... because i enjoyed it.
I didn't know better.

I now know it was wrong... You were wrong.
You were wrong for making me feel this.

I stay distant... especially from you!