Putin' UP a Show...

It’s locked up; now loosely,
Hidden deep inside my soul,
A secret I’ve kept to myself,
Yes it has never been told,
It’s not among,
But it’s everything I’m hiding,
It’s personal and it isn’t allowed Confiding,
Time to time its essence appears here and there,
But I’m able to conceal; what’s left of it anywhere,
Burry it alive, yes! It’s no longer breathing,
But little did I know day by day it’s feeding,
By the power it has over me,
The lies,
Its uncontrollable temptation,
The conceal-er I call “innocence”,
Or wait does that really exist?
Confused by its bliss,
It was everything that reassured my insecurities,
But now I’m drawn away by its false confidence,
The thought of it brings misery,
What have I done?
The flash back itself induces vomit,
I don’t to be that anymore,
Nor do I want its memories,
But then why I am I called to remember?
Is it its failure to disclose?
“EJECT DAMN IT!”
Expose, Expose,
The fear one day it will be revealed yeah exposed,
But most importantly the anxiety I would face,
If the life I’d worked hard to live,
Be one day noted; as me trying to put up a show.