Heavy secret

I wish I could tell the full story, not lie one bit

I start to get the words out, but then I quit.

The truth is so tempting, it holds so much potential

I write it all the time, big bold letters with a pencil

screaming in my head, constant confession time for me

But no one else knows, and no one else will see

I would very much like to erase this fact from myself

but it has become my permanent, unfortunate hell.

Tears no longer serve as a remedy, too many have dried and fallen

my lies will keep on brewing in my emotional little cauldron

What is sad is that I could be happy if I was only brave enough

but as it turns out I am weak and criticism is tough