No one will ever truly know,
The secrets I have come to hide.
They will not see the pain,
That I have learn to bare behind closed doors.
I have come to know what a secret is.
It's not a friend or a for,
But a choice, one will never know the restraint of a secret.
Or how one ways us down.
We plan our lives around secrets,
Practicing as if the lies were real.
Praying someone will find them out,
But lying when one comes to close to the truth.
Secret aid psychopaths and criminals,
But also protects the weak and scared.
Secrets are a choice that,
No one truly ever wants to decide on.
But then again we have no other choice