The truth would set my demons free.

The shadow boy.

Poem about the game, Peek-A-Boo.

We all have hiding tendencies, ain’t it right?

Just ranting..

A problem shared is a problem halved.

Tell you something, only you will know. Don’t tell anyone, okay?

A poem about loving someone who has a problem telling the truth.

Secretive people have something to hide.

A short Haiku.