An old poem that I brought out of my dusty trunk of poems...

Secret Life

I have a secret life.

Well, it’s not exactly a secret 

Since I have told others about it.

The problem is

That no one understands it.

Even though I give them detail after detail about it

They still have no idea what I’m talking about.

They just look at me like

“Yeah yeah. We get it.”

Or “Oh, I know what your talking about.”

It really frustrates me. 

Not even my closest friends get it.

I’ve explained it to them,

But they don’t understand 

The full extent of the damage it’s caused me.

It had crushed me in ways

That you wouldn’t think it could.

The only people who truly understand

Are my family, and the friends

Who accompanied the cruel journey.

Now I just don’t tell people.

I know they just won’t get it.

I can’t even tell you what it is

Because I know you aren’t going to understand either.