There’s too much going on
I can’t tell anyone
The secrets are burning me
Scarring me, scaring me.
Why won’t anyone listen?
They can’t comprehend
I don’t even understand.
It just happens.
I have to excuse it
Its nothing.
But it is something to me
To everyone else,
Nothing, a small part of nothing
It doesn’t exist
They have no knowledge
Of what goes on.
The secrets are killing me
Slowly.
I need to let my secrets fly
Away from me
Away from here
But I can’t
And no one will ever know
How I feel
But me.
(My sister wrote this in my poem book one night when we were younger....I thought I'd include it in my bunch of poems.)
