Today in linguistics we learnt about ambiguity. That's when a sentence can mean two things at once. I'd be willing to bet that most people who read the title of this post, thought I was talking about a secret that I am keeping inside me. And they'd be wrong. Because its not a secret I'm keeping, its me that I'm keeping a secret. The secret me, the me no one sees. The me I keep locked away behind layers and layers that I keep up just to protect myself. Until one day someone comes along who I want to see the inside me.

The secret me is expressed in many ways, one of which is through writing- poetry and songs mostly. And no one sees the truly secret stuff. If they do, its under a false name, no one can know that the person who spills out her heart in this way is me. I'm the happy girl, the one who cheers people up, who never gets angry, who hates to fight. I'm so scared of letting anyone see the girl who wants to scream because she's so suffocated, the girl who cries angry and devastated tears when she's all alone because she doesn't want anyone to see her weakness. Who cuts her fringe to cover her eyes but clips it back during the day. I'm tired of being that girl. I want you to see me as I am, to know who I am inside. But don't hurt me. I'm alot more fragile than I look. Don't hurt me.