I hold my
Identity close
To my self.
I hide who I really am,
Someone reasonably
Good.
But these good deeds I do
In secret don’t add
To my reputation
As a malcontent.
So I shelter them from
View.
And, I’m sure I’m
Far from a good person,
I often do mean things
And don’t watch
My tongue.
But if you need someone
To tell a secret or confide in
Or you need something I can give,
You can tell me,
I’ll forget,
And what are possessions
But burdens.







