When I was little I was given a secret. A really big one that no one wanted to hear or see. but, as time went on the secret got bigger and bigger untill it broke inside of me spilling out every dirty feeling and memory into the open. There people saw. There people heard it and There people left it. The secret was out but so was everyone else. They all left me. I was poison to them. A curse that was meant to stay far away from their perfect lives. Because I told this secret I lost my life and was forced to create a new one. One built upon shame ,sorrow and hatred. That day and for many years to come I learned that secrets are meant to be hidden.
I learned to keep them inside of me. To allow them to devour my flesh and mind without uttering a single word and, now the secrets have made me one of them. I have become somewhat of a factory now. Creating almost as many secrets as I have recieved. Now I have another secret one that has been over seven years in the making. This secret is dangerous but, I refuse to tell anyone in fear of losing this life I have so desperatley worked for.
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