I write down all my secrets,
and keep them in a book,
I hide it in plain sight,
where no-one thinks to look.

I have a book of lists,
things to find and things to do,
kept on my person all day long,
checked off when days are through.

I have a book of wishes,
it's stashed beneath my bed,
no-one knows it's hidden there,
beneath my sleeping head.

I have three books of poetry,
which they don't know I write,
I have 4 brothers, none who knock,
so I write late at night.

Why so many books you ask,
I'm not sure what to say,
there's far too many thoughts to keep
inside my head all day.

And those three books of poetry,
written late at night,
I'm not quite ready to share those,
but one day I just might.