Surely Not (Possible) (Poetry)

I have no secrets that I know of
unless there is something
I’m keeping from myself

Is there some part of me so separate
and deliberately closed off
it will not share information
with the rest of me?

If that is possible
(and I fear perhaps it could be)
then it would explain a lot

The thought niggles — nags at me
If it is true, maybe I need
to talk to someone ... or
then again, surely not