MightyMouse's Journal

How can you know me so well

When there are so many secrets

That I'll never tell

I try not to let it get me down

I can't fall much farther

I'm already on the ground

Dangling perilously close to the edge

I pray that somebody

Pulls me away from this ledge

My secrets are mine to hide

Until I become ready

To finally confide

I know that you'll be ready to hear

When the time comes

But it's your reaction to my secrets that I fear