So Many Secrets

Things Dear to me,

what could they be?

Some things close to me,

& some things that shouldn't be.

Do I have to be torn,

with things close to me,

things that some see as a thorn,

in the side of me?

Why must I be torn,

by this thorn?

Why can't they let me be,

who and what I wanna be?

Do what I want to & see what I

want to & feel what I want

to & Be what I want to?

So many secrets…

but it has to be this way,

'till you can let go,

& let me be, who I want to be…