My Little Secret

I have secrets. Plenty of them. I have secrets that make me
who I am. The most hidden of my secrets I will never tell you. They are buried
and dark, and I won't give them light. They are the secrets that act as glue,
holding all the pieces of me together. I know if I shared them with you, I
would fall apart. I have secrets too black and somber, not for the faint of heart.
How can a person who gives so much love, be filled with sheer hate? Yes, I have
secrets. Secrets about my dreams, about God, about the future and the past.
Secrets about my mother, secrets about you. Secrets I won't give a name.
Secrets that constantly change. Will my secrets change you?