My Secrets

by Rachel W   Dec 18, 2005


I make fun of people who cut themselves. What's my secret? My wrists were bleeding last night.

I joke about girls that think they're too fat so they go bulimic. What's my secret? I threw up this morning after breakfast.

I get mad when my friends ditch me to hang out with their boyfriends. What's my secret? I ditched my best friends last night.

I claim to be a daddy's girl. What's my secret? I haven't talked to my dad in weeks.

I say that people who commit suicide are selfish. What's my secret? I held a gun to my head earlier today.

I say that I'm very family oriented. What's my secret? I can't wait for my grampa's funeral.

I tell people to get some balls and do something crazy. What's my secret? I'm too scared to sneak out.

I hate when people are two-faced. What's my secret? I'm bi-polar.

I advise people to tell someone immediately if they've been raped or molested. What's my secret? I haven't even taken my own advice.

My mom tries to tell me that I need counseling and I yell back at her saying that she needs it, not me. What's my secret? I've been in therapy for the last 2 months.

What's my deepest secret?
I just wrote this poem.

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