My Privacy

I hold in many secrets, for only me to keep

They are buried deep in my soul

And I threw away the key.

What is buried deep in my mind

Is not your's to find
It is sheltered in warmth and comfort.

I whisper faint words, to only myself
no one can hear them
to no one I tell.

There are many things that are unknown
things that I do when I am alone.

No body's perfect, and I sure am not
I cry too much
and I have a sensitive spot.

So my privacy is held close
For no one to steal
And what I keep as a secret
is nothing but real.


The literature in this poem is not perfect, but I just want everyone to understand the meaning and emotion behind it. (Though it make not make sense to some)