My Secrecy Poem by Randy McClave

I see the sorrow behind your smile
As if your soul were on trial,
The way that you were used, and also abused
Brings forth pain and guile.

I see the love behind your anger
As with a resultant clangor
You truly love and care, while others just stare
Soon from fury you're drinking a Wallbanger.

I see the trust in someone who can see
Those things are also inside of me,
Who I am, why they should all give a damn
Now that's the reason behind my secrecy.

Randy L. McClave