Secrets Of My Mind
There exist, within me, many caverns;
of evils; to which I’m inclined;
such as clandestine nights in taverns;
and other, secrets of my mind.
Some things, I’ve done, I won’t admit;
unable to accept the blame;
those insensitive acts that I commit;
my secrets are my shame.
Memories lay hidden everywhere;
those secrets of the mind;
thoughts, the soul could not bear;
were, subtly, left behind.
Among those who think well of me;
only a few, know me well;
most only know who I pretend to be;
and that, which I’m willing to tell.
Often, whenever I try to unwind;
my temper gets the best of me;
it’s one of the secrets of my mind;
perhaps it’s part of my destiny.
Secrets must see the light of day;
they can’t remain, out of sight;
time will expose them all, anyway;
when, all is brought to light.
Death will bring all my secrets to light;
for scandals; everyone thirsts;
but to my great surprise and delight;
I won’t, by any means, be worst.
Monty 12.2.25. # 3,088