There is a secret part of me that
Lives beneath the surface and display,
Beneath the generosity and the smiles
That radiate day to day.
There is a tiny heart that’s hidden
In the celebrations and success,
Shielded from the common eye
That is looking for success.
This fragile part, this quivering heart,
This “dark secret” pool of discontent,
Lives among the joy and grace,
The worm that hell hath sent.