I have a secret.....
Do you want to know what it is?
It’s building up like Fizz in a can of pop.
If you shake me to much I will drop.
I have a secret.....
Do you even care?
I don’t know if I can trust you to bare everything.
I have secret…..
It hurts deep deep inside.
When I think about it I want to hide.
I have a secret.....
I’m worried if I tell you
You will be like everyone else and bid me adieu.
I have a secret…..
It will undo my wall of protection
And I will be forced to take action.
I have a secret …..
I’m scared and I know it’s my entire fault
And when I think about it
It stings like salt on a fresh wound.
I have a secret…..
I feel like I have drowned in pain
If I tell you what will I gain?
I have a secret…..
It’s big and it has shattered my life
My uncle sexually abused me
and feels like I have been stabbed with a knife.
What did you think
Comments
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You do not tread this path alone
I too have secrets of my own
I love the way you've spilt this ink
Tis better to pen than sit and think
Take care 
Linda
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I know, i's hard, it's so very hard. I've told my secret to a friend; (though mine was my brother, not my uncle) and now all I wish to to erase everything that I told my friend. Sometimes writing and poetry is the only place that it feels okay to talk about this; the pen and the paper can't judge you, can't tell you who you should be or how you should be dealing with this like people can. It's hard, and I commend you for being brave enough to put it into words; it took me forever to just be able to do that.
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this is a well written poem! It keeps you guessing till the end about what your secret is. If it is true, I'm really sorry.
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I dont know if this is true. If it is, I know what you are feeling. Confusion at the most extreme level you could ever know. I know that it feels like it is your fault but believe me, it is NOT your fault. That is one thing you need to know. No matter the situations, no matter what exactly happened, it doesnt matter because it was NOT your fault. Telling is the best thing i ever did for myself. I kept it in for so long and it only began to slowly kill me inside and eat at everything good left in me. The poem is good. I liked it because it is kind of scattered at times and I dont know if that was the intent but I know that is how it is in your mind. Nothing can be thought of straight when you are trying to deal with things like this. Message me if you want to talk
good write. Keep it up!
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