"...I'm sick of all the insincere / so I'm gonna give all my secrets away..."

I harbor many secrets.
There are those that I'd never bother to unleash in an infinite number of years, simply because nobody would care to hear them.


There are those that are too embarrassing that lie a vacuum-sealed crate deep in the abyss of well, my soul, I guess. If I find anyone I can trust with my life, maybe they'll get a peek at one or two of the many that I've vowed to never share.


There are also those that I find still very private that I expose to appease 'friends' who share secrets with me. Those secrets aren't very secretive, but they still mean something to me.


I harbor many secrets.
There are those that I'd never bother to unleash in an infinite number of years, simply because you wouldn't care to hear them.


Today is not the day to tell you, but one day, Pandora's box will open. One by one, the secrets will fly out and envelop the world in chaos. 


If I told you my secrets, you'd think I was weird, abnormal, even.
You wouldn't keep my secrets. You'd just tell me I was wrong. You'd have the need to tell me that I should let go.


But how could I be wrong about myself?
How can I let go of pieces of myself and my past?


I can't be controlled by you any more. I can't, I can't, I can't. You have forced your ways on me for years, and I just want to be happy again.




Oops. I've spilled another secret.