Twisted Secrets

We all have something to hide. We keep our bodies hidden under baggy clothing, and our porn magazines under our mattresses. What do I have to hide, what secrets do I have to bury deep inside my underwear drawer, what possession of mine should never be seen? My most twisted thoughts ranging from mutilation to sexual violence, all awaiting to be written down, and later torn apart so my family doesn’t find out. If I ever do write it down. Some things aren’t deserving to see the light of day, or the light of my lamp as they’re hastily scribbled onto a blank piece of paper. What’s wrong with me, has my deep-rooted anger grown into something horrible. Something that will consume my mind and make me into the next Jeffrey Dahmer. No, these thoughts are just fiction, I have the moral compass not to act on them, I even have problems watching people prick their fingers for mandatory blood sugar tests. I’m no monster, because this darkness is strictly controlled. You couldn’t see my horrific ideas through my actions, but when you get to know me more, I may open up that metaphorical underwear drawer. And show you things no man should ever see.