set me on fire

Maybe I'm just too private of a person,
that my rage is set on fire at these hearsays
about the chambers under my bed.

Maybe I like living my life in one big paper bag of secrecy,
that travellers’ suitcase without a key,
just to at least hold on to
and fully own my truth,

Because sometimes I truly enjoy being
this bundle of mystery
that even I still try to uncover in vain