A Secret Life You Wish You Knew

This is something I wrote in high school when I was feeling kind of off about life

Fields of orange daisies

Line the edges of her dreams

And mounds of dead petals

Decompose as she sleeps.

 

Her eyes excite you

And you can’t figure out why

Her lips beckon you

And you are forever enchanted.

 

Outside she is everything;

Inside she is separated,

Separated from the rest

Of the people who love her.

 

The bestow upon her

Gifts of stars and curiosity

As they try to understand

Her amazingly content life.

 

Only.

Only they do not know her

As they wish they did.

She has a secret life

They wish they knew.

A life that only she knows.

 

Bright colors are her passion,

Daisies are her escape.

Her room is unmistakably filled

With the scent of mystery and intrigue.

 

You will never know this

Side of her.

This secret life you only

Wish you understood.

 

She is yours to love.

She is yours to believe in.

She is yours to misunderstand.

Daisies are her favorite,

But that is all you will ever know of

A secret life you wish you knew.

Author's Note

I really don't know what the exact idea behind this was. It was written so long ago.

Reviews

[Pratibha]

Outside she is everything;

Inside she is separated,

Separated from the rest

Of the people who love her.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE because I could identify myself with it....
Yes, we all have this uncertainty in our lives...uncertainty about who we truly are anf trust me the closer we are to our own selves, our soul, the better it is for our maturity...
i am sure when you look back, you would realise that so may ideas have got sorted out and filtered from your brain cells, ....only the things and perceptions which are really important stay back...rest all is irrelevant
i used to be a good good girl in high school but i had this dark side as well which i wanted to come out but due to fear of parents and society, i suppressed them and they did eventually came out when i went away from home to study medicine and i did all those things i was asked not to and that made me so happy and liberated....
i don't want to be good to everyone before i am good to myself first....
today i was in a terrible mood because i am getting no 'me time" and i decided to say this to my husband loud and clear....and demand that i get 'my time' too....
honestly, i loved this poem...
i am what i am and i love myself for what i am esp the darker part of me...
see, i told you earlier, i would lOVE your poem....
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[Shelly Araujo]

You grabbed my attention immediately in the first four lines; I don't often say "Wow" outloud that quickly. Awesome poem!

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I really like this poem. It feels like that complicated, who am I, high school time of life... so it's relatable... but it still retains its "you the author" with the details. If you ever decide to work on it more take any abstractions and try for images (that's what my poetry prof. always tells us and it actually helps sometimes). For instance, what does mystery smell like? I want to know. I want to know what my nostrils fill with when I walk in that room...