Secrets Poem by Courtney Anders

Secrets

I don’t ask for much just time to breathe,
Yet the world is screaming at me who to be
I’m not a ragdoll that’ll be thrown around and beaten to the core,
Yet every second there’s another knock on my door

The secrets I keep reveal all my pain,
Yet they’re empty to you, a useless name
Who are you to tell me who or what to be? ,
You nothing to me now, you’re dead to me
I hated the fact that I’m through with love and men,
But the pain that finds me just destroyed any mends
Will I ever reveal my secrets to the world, of love and hate? ,
I come up blank, but I’ll face whatever’s in fate

I only sing to release my power and sensation,
My voice defines me and my transformation
Look and listen, I’m no puppet that you’ll control,
So deal with the fact that my wings shall unfold

Secrets I’ve earned by strength or brutal defeat,
Yet I’ve grown from my pains, I walk on my own two feet
What gives you the right to ask for my deepest secrets? ,
You’re not worthy of my heart, or an inch of my spirit
I dread the future if I have no path,
Yet I love the power of my entire wrath
Will I ever be free of my secrets that bring forth my tears? ,
I really don’t know yet I’m embrace my fears

Secrets of you, me and of the whole world,
When I lay down at night, I dream of me, the secret little girl.