My Secret

by IzL   Jan 29, 2010


My secret

I don't know whats wrong.
Well, actually I do,
I pretend that it never happened.
I fake all the time that I'm happy, that I'm glad.
Sure I have good moments,
But then their torn apart by that secret that's haunting my life.
Sometimes at night I cry and weep
I pray and plea so that god could forgive me.
I wish I could tell my parents,
But I fear their love for me will vanish...
I'm afraid my parents wont trust me
Or look at me the same...
For I was the one who put their name to shame.
I'm growing old and
I still have my secret untold

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  • 11 years ago

    by L

    I agree, there are some secrets that, well, they always remain secret.. or rather, they are better if they remain occult.

    Interesting read.

  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    The Past is hunter of Present. Nothing destroys soon as silence. Problem shared, makes the weight lighter.