You take your secrets,
Fold them up and place them
Deep inside my stomach.
When you close me up,
I feel them bashing against
My inside walls.
They want to be read.
You tell me they're nothing
And your secrets don't like that
One bit.
They want to be known
So badly that they are beating me
Down.
I hear them whisper,
I feel them poisoning my blood.
You don't even notice
When they stop my heart.
Your secrets want to feast upon
My organs and use my mind
As a napkin.
They want to shield me from your touch
And hide all of the sunshine.
Because the way they see it,
If they can't have you
Nobody can.
You have locked them away
But they have just found a key
And that key is a knife to my gut.
They yell now,
They scream and shout.
I can't hear anything else.
I hate you for choosing me
To hide them within,
You should have at least let them
Be read.