secrets.

Some secrets are too precious to keep to yourself.
And some? You pretend you don't have it.
You hide every inch of the stories inside your heart and mind.
But when it starts to whisper and underneath your anger
It starts to whistle out of your mouth
Everything goes wrong
And you'll create just another lie to defend yourself.
From what is worth hiding it for.

Truth be told,
Everything has never been clean from lies.
Another lie to hide the other lie.
You wish for it to just disappear
But it will never ever leave you free.

The guilt
The burden you must carry
You're on your own figuring how to fix things out.

Well well
That's the secret about secrets.
Sometimes it's good and delighting
And other times, it kills.

-ASTRID M.K.S 13-