My Secret
I have a secret plan,
hidden even from
my parents and friends.
It has to stay secret
to be real.
Step three is already in motion,
and they didn’t notice
when I took the first.
Will they be mad at me?
Will they be happy for me?
Will they join me
or stop me?
I can’t think of that now.
My secret still feels
fragile.
One wrong look,
one anger-fueled comment,
might break my secret plan.
Just this once,
I want to do it for me.
Just this once,
I want to see my own idea bloom.
Just this once,
I want to feel free.
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