Secrets Poem by Terri A

They eat away at your sanity.

Always looking over your shoulders.

Sweaty palms,

Jittery feet,

Brows furrowed deep.



It haunts you.

Even in your sleep.

'Do they know? '

Becomes a constant internal struggle.

These questions.

You overthink and become enclosed.



Isolated.

All alone

with no one to turn to.

Trust is no longer loosely given.

'We' exits your vocabulary.



All for these secrets

you keep.

Remember,

secrets kill.