Sharon the Librarian

Poem written on the spot with the inspiration of a single phrase.

Secret

I have a secret that
I don't think you
Truly want to know.

I'm not who you think,
Who you want,
Who I pretend to be.

I am not this happy
Friendly or kind in the least
I am not that girl.

In my head I rage
I scream and curse
And hate the people I meet.

I smile and play nice
Because I need to
Jut to get though the day.

I am lost in my own
Weakness and fear
Hiding because I think I must.