Your Secret

It gnaws at you from inside
And never lets you go
But what it is that makes you cry
Only you can know

It started at a sleep over
As innocent as can be
You talked about hair and boys
You could relax, just be care free

Until you were on your own
As the others asleep they fell
Exept for one other girl
Who you didn't know very well

Naturally you both started talking
As any two girls would do
The problem came soon after
When she stared to confide in you

She started to talk about her dad
Who sometimes beat her black and blue
But worst of all, on Friday nights
In her room he did other things too

She showed you all the scars
That covered her legs, and ran up her arms
And told you her dad cut her
When he got back from his pub. 'The Irish Charm'

And though you tried hard not to listen
You were as scared as if on death row
You listened in horrid fascination
To things you shouldn't have to know

She made you promise not to tell
She said if you did she'd die
And that's why every Friday night
You always start to cry

It gnaws at you from inside
And never lets you go
But what it is that makes you cry
Only you can know