Secrets - Original Poem

Here's an old poem that I wrote a while ago. I'm not sure exactly what I was going through at the time, but I never write something unless it means something to me, so I decided that it may end up meaning something to someone else, too. And so here I am, I post this poem knowing it has flaws, but unwilling to change who I was. This is not a perfect poem, but I hope it strikes a cord inside of you and you like it for what it is - not what it could have been.

I lived a life,

And no one knew me

Except for one or two

Crazy People.

They’re my friends,

They’re the people that know me,

Can you say as much,

I didn’t think so,

Did you know that I cried

When you left me?

Of course not,

You’ve got better things to do!

I really miss you,

That I do.

But no one knows me,

Not even you.

But you think you do,

So many do.

Did you ever think that I might have a secret?

Did you ever hope,

That I’d come back?

I’m not commin back,

Not again,

But I’ll wish you luck

As you try to guess my secret.

Even though,

You’ll never know.

It’s not easily guessed,

Not all that common,

And not a happy one.

It locks me alone,

I can’t tell.

Or else.

Amazing how “Or Else” is always there, 

Always a threat,

Just like you.

You could be my death

If you only knew,

If you guessed my secret.

We’d both be dead,

Bloody,

Cold bodies on the tile floors.

Is that what you want?

Nope.

Didn’t think so.

Bye.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~