Paint it Black

I don’t know why,
but I need to keep little secrets.
Secrets that don’t mean a thing.
Just for the sake of keeping secrets.

I want to blame my insecurity and doubt, the fear that my thoughts are laughable.
Yet at the same time I want to blame the vulnerability I feel by having nothing to hide.

Insecurities cloaked by insecurities.
Now I can’t sleep thinking what a fool I am.


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