Secrets are hidden
Hidden deep inside
When they are known
There is nothing left to hide
The secrets are bothering
With all the time You lied
People start to worry
So You start to cry
You hide in the corner
Wondering Why,Why,Why
All You can say is
"This is why I hide"
Secrets are depriving
They make You mad, they make You want to cry
The worst pain of all...
Is that You want to die
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoesíaLife is short. life is long. dont put yourself down for one thing youve done wrong you hate you love you are free like a soaring dove but that dove can stay or that dove can fly away live life with the one u love live life as a soaring dove
