secrets

we all keep little secrets captured somewhere in our minds from the past or present skeletons we will find others are just deep in thought a buried fantasy a painted primrose picture from a real life managarie deep inside the thoughts provoke trying to remember what once was the buried dead, just suppressed being held down with a shove they call this mental illness like a drug induced refrain they are just psycholigical frailities we cannot hold back the pain sometimes these little secrets are buried in our past to be set back at gun point from thoughts that will not last deep inside the great divide from the chasms of our minds hold these little thoughts and fears reality we cannot find now is time to wake the fears like echos from a cave kill the thoughts we hold so dear why cant our brain behave these little thoughts and voices make us listen to every word full of sacrificial choices reality borders on the absurd they call this mental illness like a drug induced refrain they are just psycholigical frailities we cannot hold back the pain We start the healing process like the homeless in the dark the pain is all knowing your voice trembles with every word go listen to your thoughts and fears and what else you might find as they hold your feelings hostage from the corner of your mind they call this mental illness no two things feel the same just mental abnormalities backed in a corner by the pain