They make and break us,
Big or small we all have them.
They are the clothes in our closet.
They are impossible to keep,
No matter how well you keep it.
Someone always finds out, someone always tells.
We tend to tell allies, friends
And trust them with your life but,
Will they really keep it?
I don't understand,
How we can be so vulnerable?
The past is the past, you can't change it!
We all go insane over our secrets being exposed,
Everyone, scared that someone will get dirt on us.
Each of our closets are filled with old dirty clothes.
Secrets can make or break us, but we must decide for our selves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Excellent poem, adults and teenagers are very alike and face similar problems everyday, nicely expressed too.