Forced Secrets

A poem written after a conversation over the phone with my boyfriend who completely ignored the fact that I relapsed today and instead ranted about how weed is ruining his life. He was high.

If asked a question

I will always give the truth.

I make no effort 

To hide my thoughts

From those curious enough

To properly inquire.

And yet

Few do.

Few care enough

And fewer are willing to listen.

And so I'm left

To stew

And wallow

In my own forced secrets.

I yearn to share

And hopefully ease the burden

That my thoughts have become.

Reviews

[Cherry]

The best part about believing in yourself is knowing you always have someone who believes in you.

I have a small note for you: in lines 15 and 16 you say the word "share" in both lines and I was thinking that if you maybe changed the "share" in line 16 to "ease" it would still convey the same meaning without being repetitive.

It's otherwise well written and an emotional poem that I enjoyed very much, thank you for sharing.

[Askew]

Thank you for noticing that mistake, and providing a solution :) I'll change it now

[G. B. Banks]

hmm sounds familiar ... 🤔

[Gee]

You will find a few true friends in your lifetime, these you will have no secrets from, nor them from you. These are to be cherished.
Enjoyed your writing Lexi and hope you achieve your dreams :))

[Askew]

Thanks :) That's really sweet of you