I have a secret. Most people do. But sometimes I get really angry about particular things, and then this secret squirms and wriggles and squeezes out of the crevice into which I've stuffed it, and it taints my entire mindset for days.
When I've got it mastered, I feel badly about having it. I want it gone; I try my best to kill it.
Oh, but when it comes out and flexes its claws, and clamps them firmly in my emotions, I wish I could set it free, stop sugar-coating things and tell people how I REALLY feel, assert myself and do what my secret tells me I should have done a long time ago.
"Regrets collect like old friends, here to reveal your darkest moments." - Florence + The Machine