Tell Me Your Secrets
Written By Alethea Jimison
Tell Me Your Secrets
If we confess our sins on paper, will that make us more immoral or are we born this way? I confess I wonder if sin exists when we are plundered of morality in today’s society.
Sex sells and violence titillates the senses as we push the button on the remote to get our daily fixes… Our daily fix of judging ourselves to be better than… you.
How many confessions do we hear from strangers that we can never confess to a friend or a lover?
How many Facebook pages do we stalk so that we can secretly discover…any inconsistency of your identity- or another thing that we can envy.
If you tell me your secrets, I might tell you mine
I hear so many confessions and they warm me. I feel a sense of stability and relief as people tell me the worst parts of themselves.
I know that I am not alone in this saintless world.
If you tell me your secrets, I might tell you mine.
I can promise that your darkest desires will burn in your mind and be buried in my grave with me.
I will not judge you because I am no angel- that I can easily guarantee.
Sometimes our secrets need a voice
Sometimes our secrets need a voice.
We need to expose ourselves to another person to feel alive.
To feel connected.
Who will judge you?
Not I.
I am a part of the same darkness.
I hide in the shadows of twinkling smiles and neurotic false personality disorders called social conformity.
How far will you contort and bend for approval
How far will you contort and bend for approval?
Will you continue to allow another person to smother your voice because of a belief that acceptance validates your existence?
Honesty is dangerous; it is brutal, and yet it is one of the most undervalued assets of the human identity.
Still, there are people who would treat it like an obscenity.
I was raised to be a liar.
My mother told me to lie.
My teachers told me to lie.
My employers told me to lie.
Most people want you to lie.
A request to "be honest" is actually a secret wish of reassurance
Many people are duplicitous when they tell you they want you to be honest.
A request to “be honest” is actually a secret wish of reassurance.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am still a bit of a narcissist.
Sometimes, I sneak in the kitchen to eat at night when no one is awake and then I still wonder why I can’t lose weight.
Sometimes…well, I cannot tell you everything.
Some secrets are for the night, but if you tell me your secrets, I just might…