Years have passed,
scars have faded,
the memory has been moved
to the back of my mind.

But sometimes
it's on the tip of
my tongue, sitting there
waiting patiently
(maybe reading a good book)
to spring out and reveal itself.

And sometimes
it's so close, and all
I want to do is let it out
and watch the aftermath
as I contemplate what I just
did.

And sometimes
I want to lock it away forever
and never let anyone know
that it even exists.

Because even though it's a secret,
and even though it hurts,
it's my secret. It's my
pain.
Sometimes it's nice to have
something that's mine.

Alyssha's Note:-

So I'm pretty sure almost everyone can relate to this. R&R.