The Unnamed Blah Poem by ilse hill

These are my secrets you'll never know, this hurt I can't show, so I'll burn this page just like all those times before, it's all the same there and here, a tear is shed a smile is cracked the secret remains, entrenched in this heart, enveloping those bitter aspects of this bleeding past, A haze of confusion lingering nothing makes sense, not these invisible words on this crumpled up page, not these bare thoughts with this empty smile, glazed over eyes forget what is and focus on what was and now the words fail to sum it all up, line upon line of broken thoughts, a chain reaction of a mistaken path...