The pain inside is like a secret.
A naughty secret that must be kept hidden,
Although it escapes, unbidden, sometimes.
I'm greedy with it.
I keep it ina little cup next to my heart
As it tears me apart.
I should let go but I don't know how.
"Just relax" I am told.
But how can I when I don't know what that feels like??
I don't feel fierce anymore
I no longer burn with passion
I'm not proud of the things I've done.
I just need to look after number one.
