The supposely annonymous secrets we know. only if they told us, in their smiles we would trust. but no, they keep everything hidden. are they scared? we don’t see a face when we look. We see their past, their now, and what they’ll do next. every secret crawls to the light. Well yea that’s true. either by gossip, or maybe by trust. But to someone we’re the light. those well known secrets. they wish we kept silent. tho sometimes we keep them to share to the rest. i feel bad for their owners. Secrets are now public. then they turn to lies, because people mold them their way. so no, i’ll just keep silent. who knows if someone secretly knows my secret. i know if i said it my soul would feel free. But no, i’ll just save it, i’ll share it to God when i get in my knee.

The flowers know how they will die, the moment they come to life. The trees know they will not live forever, but they know they will leave history behind for eternity.

The stars know nobody will ever really see them for who they were before, they know the light will come back even without them. The sun knows all the screams of the night, she knows all the pain we pass on to the moonlight, she knows he listens.

The mirrors know the love she gives to him, the way she looks at him when nobody is around. The eyes know what they feel but their lips are still broken by their own words before.

Well-know secrets are hidden from this world but they cannot be hidden from the sky, it knows all the details of the way this broken world has been living.

I’m strong I can handle this 𝙉𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙

I can handle the pain 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

Im loyal like a soldier 𝙣𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

I want to protect my friends 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

I want to be in the special forces 𝙣𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐔𝐩! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰!

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒂𝒗𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒒 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓----

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞!

𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞!

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚! 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙

𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙯𝙚𝙙

𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞! 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆

I’m not scared of the world I’m scared of myself I’m my worst enemy and to be honest I need to know if I’m actually worth living

For the narrative up coming, just know, I am neither mad nor sound. I hover somewhere in spaces, deeply unfound...

I had never ventured further, than the stages of my own reality. But I changed what mind I had, just a little, when it came to he. Simply stated, the stars shone for him at night. Never minding that darker scale, of what is wrong and never right.

Guilty me, as the night did deepen. It’s a race I’d never won before; as I was shorn and always beaten. Like the path from my heart, I had recovered with scars. Like a chalk line washed away, I was sullen behind my bars.

Oh, woe and poor. Defenseless, while I could not say what I had grown to adore. ‘Twas a name of a thousand ordinary pieces, placed as one upon my tongue. A plague of letters, to scorn past my teeth, as they chattered under the sun.

Now friends, I truly plead. It’s not the real me you read, indeed. Merely a beggar to the ways, of countless emotional stains. Tolling bells of cast and stone...ah at last the ghosts and ghouls shall take me home...

-HMG

I took my head off one Sunday. Prayed for a rainbow to make it all okay. Instead I’m left in pools of blood, alone. Where the gun and wind blew my mind that day, I’ll never know...

When the void calls my name. It comes from a place inside this empty shell and frame...

Voided me, trapped deep beneath. The crazy scars of apathy. I’m strangling words and chewing time. Still working that ghost into my rhymes. Ah, voided me, and this dance between. Those broken vessels of lost thoughts and lonely empathy...

-HMG

Your eyes are useless and your souls all bent. Still you drag out your time, trying to figure out where your heart went. While it was broken and moaning, you found yourself in discontent. Finally realizing, the perfect day to die, just doesn’t exist yet…

You spooked your peers when you cut open your wrists. A thousand feet unable to carry you away from their judgmental fists. What a time to lay awake, as they call your dreams fake. Little do they know that you bleed, from far more places than they can see…

Ghosts in the shadows of your illegitimate mind. You try find solace, when your memories rewind. Take a drink and swallow down, the cracks and corners of your belligerent smile. No longer touching ground of life; your eye lids are soft, as your hands steady wrap ‘round the knife…

-HMG

When time stopped waiting, I felt frantic and alone. Chaos wrapped my inner voice, as I fell and broke my bones. Oddly I remember what it is to be haunted. To be a stranger, in the stranger times, of misery unwanted. Symphonies of meat, always screaming in my brain. It’s no wonder that I know what it’s like, to go almost insane...

-HMG

There’s a stranger in our bed. She sleeps on the purple sheets you borrowed. I hope you washed them. She cuddles the plushie-your birthday gift from me.

There’s an imposter in our house. He drinks out of your coffee cup from Grand Teton. He takes it wrong. There’s too much sugar and not enough cream.

There’s a stranger in your family photos. She has a toddler with your eyes. You call her baby. I don’t understand why; you always say it’s too cheesy for us.

There’s an imposter at my birthday party. He came on time. He said I was beautiful and kissed my head. I don’t understand why; you always say my friends are hotter.

He rattles my soul, through out the shrill nights. Chewing, chomping; his memory gnawing me down to size...

I’ll create or I’ll destroy; it can’t matter much anymore. I’ll scream away the vengeance I need; if it means I even the score. I swallow drugs and whiskey, with the contempt in my heart. Sweet midnight dreams of me to thee; as I rip your throat apart. Oh, how the skies sing in a brand new red. Blood curling my toes and skin, over and over again. I finally felt as much as I saw. As my bitter soul began to crawl. For the science of silence begets the emotion of violence. So I’ll destroy or I’ll create. Those midnight dreams, will be my only mistake...

-HMG

It’s never been deliberately stated And the residual proof is muddied and faded But we’ve all known it for a long time My brain in all it’s oddities is not a fully sound mind

And it’s a well known “secret” That I can’t come out and say it Because the label makers would label me if I ever did

And my small group, we’re all nutty in the best way We’ve learned to seek each other out In groups we’re better at hiding On the outside we can be charming Just means less a possibility they’ll ever find out

I guess that makes me the Manic Pixie Dream Girl type They have a reason for the stereotype But in reality, I’m anything I want, With anyone I want The person who retakes a quiz until they receive the answer they desired Isn’t satisfied even once they get it Because now who knows if it’s authentic

There are a lot of people like me And society knows we exist But if we can plaster smiles and play casualties It’s a well known secret, they don’t have to acknowledge it