Secret

So...I have a secret.

A dark secret that haunts my mind

I can't tell anyone because society isn't understanding

I would be shunned

Cast off from society like I was a pirate....

walking the plank in a 300 year old legend...

I try to tell people,

I've contemplated it...

but then the people I want to tell...

lose my trust.

Someone who was once a best friend,

my ballerina, and my oracle.

They changed,

went from best friend

to personal nightmare.

Friends are supposed to be there for you...

not change because their problems seem more important.

I'm asked "what should I wear?" or "where should I go?" or "what song should I play?"

but my questions aren't "good enough"

I'm accused of not caring...

because I didn't call that one time.

When attention was being sought.

The boy that she calls her best friend even said it.

Attention...she's reaching out for someone to take her home.

I'm picked on and giggled at...

poked and prodded by society.

Influenced by someone who has been tortured...

their model of a near perfect person.

I only say near perfect, because no one is perfect.

I know this is long,

but it's not just a poem.

It's a memoir

of a tortured soul, led into darkness by the people who he cannot open up to.

So, though it isn't good to keep them "bottled up"

my secrets stay tucked away.

Until someone comes along to take down the walls.

Brick...

by...

Brick...

until I let them in and give them the key.

So that they can open up my Pandora's box. 

Letting my secrets run free.

But I'm afraid that the person who finds out what my secret is....

will be a product of the secret itself. 

For those of you who are smart enough to understand.....

then please keep my secret...hidden.

Let my secret become yours. 

Bury it deep.

Dont...

Betray...

Me...

Like....

They...

Did....

with my....

....secret.