• trusted
    with the deep dark secrets
    the stuff no one can know but you,
    the secret keeper knows
    not told but knowing,
    not knowing
    what to do with it
    the secret it doesn't want
    the secret it wants to fold up in is head
    and stuff in the way back in the dresser
    to never to be look at again
    but it wont fold it sticks out in odd positions
    twisting around every thought
    the secret I can never tell
    the secret that wasn't mine until I knew