My poetry [My thoughts and poems]

Secrets

Secrets are like letters we send to ones we trust the most, but even though we trust them, we all have these thoughts.
"Will they keep it? or will they tell?"

Keeping the secrets is like having locked chest, but as the time goes the chest's lock rusts and crumble, until the words you have once told to be kept, spills out into world like ink that stains your skin like tattoo. To be seen and unremovable.

Telling the secrets is like a monster eating and consuming the letters you have sent, before spilling the words that used to be written on each and every page you have sent. The undying shame and embarrassment from the spilled words forever haunt and burn your mind, this hangs over you, because you thought the person you trusted was your 'friend'.

Before you tell your secrets, take your time and think who is really worthy of your secrets...

There are many monsters out there that you can't see...

[Claimer: This picture was taken and edited by me on 19th of October at 9:32pm in street that is block away from my home]