Secrets Revealed...Kind Of

I’m a walking riddle hiding amidst verses gone unnoticed,
Keeping meaningless age old secrets in an empty box,
And in the middle of these overlooked compositions,
I’ve revealed the truth but concealed it in a paradox.
I’ve expressed myself with the angst of a thousand years,
Cried tears that tried to tear and split my soul in half,
And the words poured like poor jeers falling on deaf ears,
So I hid amid lines and rhymes that will make you laugh.
But I like to capture the moment, despite of the torment,
This poetry is a diary destined to eventually tell my story,
Maybe it will pass the test of time when they read the signs,
But deciphered all too late because I lived without the glory.
I’m an exaggerator, a dreaming schemer and collaborator,
Exposing my raw emotion that takes cover in plain sight,
Even when the blatant and apparent trivial innuendo,
Lies there with open arms waiting for you to shine the light.