I smile when I say I’m fine,
play my part, stay in line.
There are words I never choose,
truths I fold and never use.
I know the shape of what I hide,
feel it breathing deep inside.
Somewhere between who I appear
and who I am when no one’s here.
It lives in moments I don’t share,
in questions hanging in the air.
We all have hidden desires,
names we never say out loud.
Quiet dreams and secret fires
buried underneath the ground.
I want to tell you, I almost do,
but fear still pulls me back from you.
So I carry my hidden desires
where nobody sees them move.
There are dreams I never chased,
rooms in me I never faced.
Things I love but never show,
paths I want but never go.
Maybe it’s a different life,
maybe touch, maybe flight.
Maybe nothing wild or strange,
just a wish to rearrange.
I rehearse the words at night,
then swallow them at first daylight.
We all have hidden desires,
truths we dress as something else.
Silent wants and tangled wires
that we keep behind ourselves.
I want to tell you, I almost do,
but courage fades before it’s through.
So I carry my hidden desires
like a secret I can’t lose.
Is it braver just to stay,
or to risk what people say.
Would I lose or would I find
a freer version of my mind.
We all have hidden desires,
parts of us we keep unnamed.
Quiet hopes and private fires
that still burn without a flame.
I want to tell you, I still might,
if fear loosens its hold tonight.
Till then I live with my hidden desires,
close enough to feel them rise.
Some truths whisper, never shout,
waiting to be let out.
