keep a secret

Only God Knows

I can’t draw,
nor paint pictures
to express my feelings and emotions.

I can only write.
But even writing gets complicated—
just for me to place words on a page,
to make them sound the way I feel inside.

Sometimes I cry,
when I can’t let it all out at once.

So I talk to God.
He listens to me all the time.

I talk to myself, too.
But in the end…
only God knows.