A Smart Secret
I haven't told anyone,
it stays with me,
inside of me knowing, waiting.
But I cannot tell, and it knows,
for if I do it will no longer be,
and if I keep it here inside, it
will torment me, laugh at me.
But that is how it is you see,
my secret, a smart one.
It can see that I want to
tell, it can feel it swelling up
inside of me, waiting to burst, but
yet it wont come out. It thinks to
be funny, but I do not find it funny.
I find it irritating and obnoxious, though
I keep it here anyway.