• Caught You

    I was going to write my secrets down,
    But I was afraid this would be read,
    I was going to write of my sadness and rage,
    Or how I sometimes wished I was dead,
    But the fear that someone might just see,
    Made me hold my thoughts inside,
    The fear that they’d think different of me,
    Or would they just pass this page by,
    Maybe I really do want someone to read what I’ve done,
    Else why would I burn to write them down?
    What if I just wanted the attention?
    But my words I’d be bound,
    I was going to write my secrets,
    Of my own hidden mind cage,
    But I just knew and like you just did,
    That you would read this page.