Secrets

In the locked away places of my mind

lies truths that I want to leave behind.

Painful recollections hidden deep,

making my heart weep.

A burden I carry that no one knows

pierces my heart like shooting arrows.

Memories are kept in secret, night and day,

forbidding me to speak the words I need to say.

But the ache remains, young and cold.

It’s a wound that still bleeds, no matter how old.

Memories of disgust and shame,

memories that have no name.

I exist in a locked prison cell.

The pain I carry is a living hell.

I don’t have a name for a reason.

The loneliness I feel only deepens.

I exist among the others, though I am not seen.

I carry the weight of the world, though I am only thirteen.

I fear that my discovery will ruin everything.

So, I remain hidden with the pain I am carrying.

Don’t ask my name, I will not tell you.

You can’t possibly understand what I go through.