Who Knew All Along
I would like to know who I fooled
at the end of my life.
I kept deep, dark secrets up until my last breath.
Who bought it? Who remained fooled?
More importantly…
…
who had me figured out?
Who knew my secrets, but never told me.
Who accepted these dark things about me, and walked along.
Why was I never able to talk to them about my secrets.
Because
the deepest, darkest secrets are the ones bursting from us
The ones we most desperately want to share
to scream from the roof tops.
But I’d rather know
who knew all along.