Secret
I drowned in bitter thoughts of envy.
Shocking!
The light and safety shimmered above.
I couldn't reach it. So I died.
How strange it was to be dead.
I sulked; and the world passed me by.
A ghost, I was a teenaged ghost!
I wandered without sleep for a year.
Sight, sense, smell dimmed, dulled, died.
My mind was filled with nothing-nonsense
about ducks, cake, and pink ribbons.
Yet-
there was a key. I remember a key!
A key to a door to a room in my head
with a secret, a deep dark little secret.
A secret that shouted and banged on the walls.
It escaped one day, that secret.
How interesting.
It ran to my heart and tugged at the strings.
The filthy little bugger.
Oh, the pain was blinding!
I felt cut, scarred, bruised, beaten. Hellish.
But I was dead! The dead feel nothing!
"Oh no," said the secret, "you are alive!"
"Forget about me. I am but a secret
Let me loose on the world. You'll be happy."
So I did.
I said goodbye to the little secret.
I am a ghost no longer.