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.





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