Hand tight
I hold the balloon.
The balloon that holds
All my secrets.
It's ready to pop.

Hands turning white
As I say I'm not ready.
But I'm feeling it slip
Ready to reveal
To everyone around.

I know it's time
As I slowly release it.
My hand numb
From trying so hard
At keeping it down.

Slowly it rises
And I watch it go.
Telling myself
That it doesn't matter,
Not anymore.

I turn to leave
As I hear it pop.
But I keep walking
Knowing they all heard
The secrets I've finally shared.