A taunting secret,
I must keep.
It constantly haunts me
even as I sleep.
I tucked it way down
in the deep,
but to the surface
it begins t slowly creeps.
Lives will be lost
if this demon gets out.
So into my pillow,
this secret, I shout.
I am very trustworthy
at keeping things silent,
but this horrendous thing
is making me violent.
Someone I know
got weak, you see,
and those vicious words
were passed to me.
I made a promise
not to tell.
Now, my once happy life
is unwanted hell.
Genre: Life
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