We all have secrets,

That we want no one to know.

But words have a way of escaping,

Things will come out in the end.

It will hurt our loved ones,

**** them.

So, cover your mouth,

With a trustworthy hand.

These lies, secret will keep you awake,

Taunt you, make you cry.

You will get tangled in this series of lies,

And your biggest fear becomes a reality.

You walk through the hallway,

Everyone stares, whispers.

They don’t care how good of a friend I could be,

They judge you, till you wanna die.

So the moral of the story is,

secrets rarely are secrets

and people aren’t trustworthy.

We need to tell our secrets out

Because that’s the only way to come out, escape

and not let them strangle us.

Let the secrets go.