Secrets

You have no idea the secrets I have bottled up inside. 

i want to scream on Mount Everest and tell the world, but I wont, because you might hear.

You treat me like gold, perhaps gold I don't deserve.

just like a cancer cell, eating away at the body

these secrets, you see? their eating me up inside. 

The secrets are heavy and weighing me down

why do you have to be so impossible to tell?

I don't blame you, but i wish my secrets were safe with you.

I wish you kept them safe and accepted them, like a father accepts a son. 

I wish I could tell you, but, you and I both know, some secrets are better off unsaid. 

I know now, till my sleeves are stained red, I will die with my secrets in my grave,

because I couldn't tell you.  

Author's Note

What do you think? ill accept harsh criticism (:

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Nice poem to express your feelings.....

[B. Boileau]

A letter of confession... I really like the honesty behind this piece. But I have to confess the mystery behind secrets always peaks my interest. We'll written , leaves you rooting for the confessor to climb Everest and uncorked that bottle.
thanks for sharing
bill