Secrets

Secrets run deep,
they twist around our souls,
they tear and they rip,
and you just want to let go.

But your bound to them,
and they control who you are,
and to tell the truth, would mean to
throw out what you've done so far.

Secrets are cherished,
loved and prized,
but they are horrid evil things,
that leave you untied.

They will steer you astray,
they will make giant rifts,
they cover the truth,
such a covented gift.

It's hard to let go,
It's hard to dispose,
of the dirty secrets,
we all hold.