I am secret
I am an intangible whisper
A whisper not uttered around
A person in the back drop
Mixed in feelings of self
I am Secret
I am a lie of truth... a person
locked in a box of your life
Sitting in the dark waiting
Wanting to be spoken of
Silently haunting your life
I am dangerous to you though if spoken
Like a quicksilver blade piercing a Werewolf's heart
I am best for you Secret
The worse for you
**Thank you Spring_sky for helping me with this poem**
