Yes i do have secrets, tearing me apart,
A force of fear i am unable to depart.
I live every day, pretend they don't exist,
Things so bad, impossible to further twist.
They will never understand, of this I'm sure,
"Ill just pretend", an uncertain temporal cure.
It binds my tongue and blinds my eyes,
An elaborate mask, is my only guise.
All the things they'll never know,
Everything i want to let go.
But i know it will never stop
It grows daily, an eternal crop.
Lies hiding whats really held inside,
To keep them from a most certain despise
Of a soul forever lost
To the burden that such secrets cost.
They all just leave, it never fails,
Especially for the hardest trials.
Forsook from the earliest of days,
In utterly cruel and unthinkable ways