Skeletons in the closet, the elephant in the room, secrets, dark shadow, hidden monsters, all describe the unbearable secrets that follow us around haunting our every move. We try to forget them, but that only makes them more powerful.

We try to avoid them, dodging subjects that could unveil them. Unwinding would be the spiraling downfall of our very existents.

Caged within the very body that once laughed randomly, in spontaneous moments, and danced in the rain in a cliche movie way, has now harden with every swallow to prevent the secrets from escaping. Knowing the key to the old way of living is within the same words we keep hidden.

But for a second we have a thought, what if I do tell? What if I let it all go, like spitting fire that has been building in side, as if each secret that escapes through my lips breaks one bar of the cage.

Would I be able to stop? Who would get hurt from them bursting through me like a fire hydrant, fast and strong. The strong current becoming out of hand, hard to control, hard to contain. Would the words be hard to contain for the newly found freedom that comes when the cage finally explodes. Freedom, for the monsters that hid from within and from the cage that had built.

The only thing left to wonder, is the freedom gained by revealing the monsters and letting go of them or is the freedom gained when the mask reveals that the monsters are me?