A Box of Secrets

In my mind

There is a box

And in it lies a secret

A secret I can never tell

A secret that I hide so well

A secret that is never seen

Of what to be and what has been

And sometimes when I take it out

I like to bawl and scream and shout

But only for a while I release

It's my private, insane, little piece

Tales of life old and new

Happiness is a rusty screw

Plunged deep inside sore, lonely heart

It would and could rip your life apart

So now I put it down to lay

And listen as you quietly say

I'm sorry that you hurt too much

From silly tales of life and such

Back in the box

It rattles and cries

Leaning back, I sit and sigh

And for a time I ignore