Not A Secret

Sitting on the couch,
laughing,
watching as images cross the screen.
With a few simple words,
all laughter ends.
No longer coherent of my own thoughts.
Just a vague awful feeling,
and the screaming of words,
SHE KNOWS!
I try to lie,
but I can't.
Everything is out!

Death to the one that told!
Death to the one that didn't keep my secret!
Death to those that can't stop talking!


Tears make seeing impossible,
I look up,
my eyes toward the ceiling,
staring past it and toward God,
asking why.
Why did she have to know?!
I'm not ready for this!
I can't go through with it!
I refuse!
SAVE ME!

All I can do is repeat over and over,
it was never your fault,
you never asked for that to happen,
you kept your secret long enough.
Now it's Satan's turn to take over.
His cold hands outstretched toward me,

It's not satan's face I see,

just his spawn that did this to me!
I look at him and spit.
As demons rise,
I never run.
I stand my ground,
and I fight.
As I always will.
I'll NEVER let them take me.