The Secret

Sometimes things just happen.
Sometimes it happens the way you want it, sometimes it doesn’t.
Something has happened to me.
But it didn’t happen in any of the ways I’ve described before. It happened wrong.
But still it feels right.

Let me start at the beginning, not at The Beginning,
that story has been told so many times before,
but at the beginning of what happened.

Me, myself and I, as I like to call them, were sitting in me ’s room
one afternoon, actually any afternoon that you could think of.
The birds in the tree were singing,
the bells from the church had just stopped ringing
and me, myself and I had all bodies that were tingling
from what me had to tell.

Me told the other two what she knew.
She didn’t leave out a bit, she had more the problem of keeping it clear.
But she told them the way it happened, or more likely she told them more,
and the others gasped and gazed.

They could not believe it, well they believed every word.
Their friend would not lie, but there where something in the story that didn’t add up.
And it could be that it just was the wrong day to tell them or that they didn’t like her much.

But they did care for her and her words split their minds as they sat there one afternoon, actually any afternoon that you could think of.
Myself was the tall one,
I was strong one
and me, who told her very best friend a secret, was the wrong one.

They didn’t react the way me had wanted. Or the way she had planned it.
She felt very anxious and crept along the floor.
Myself and I took a very long time before they spoke and when they did, they whispered.
Me didn’t know what to think. Her mind were filled with dangerous thoughts
of friends who didn’t like her, though she tried to make it right.
Me tried to help two friends and the result would be she could loose them both.

That chance she had to take, she could do things much better
One afternoon, actually any afternoon that you could think of.
Me didn’t realise it,
she merely disguised it
and boldly me said it:
I like myself