untitled poem about denial and stuff

I locked away the secrets of my heart

Hid the truths I dared not share

So deep within my mind

That even when I fell apart

The real me I could not find

My own denial the perfect keeper

Of the secrets I hoped to forget

The truths I tried to fashion into lies

Until I caught sight of my reflection

Looking back at me


Unconvinced by the fiction

That I had made my reality


In response to the Word of the Day: keeper


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