Ode to Secrets

I probably used way too much personification than I should have. Sorry

Ode to Secrets

Whispering, hiding,
In the dark corners of life.
Lurking around the shadows,
Keeping quiet and lonesome.
Avoiding contact,
Avoiding socialization.
She prefers to be alone,
In the pitch-black.
She stays silent;
Not wanting to be heard.
She runs and crawls,
Ignoring everyone that comes her way.
She silently screams,
Wanting to break free,
But she knows she can’t.
She’s trapped.
Her loudest shriek is a whisper,
And her only hope is fake.
She’s stuck in her own world.
She can’t get out.
She must stay quiet,
Or she will be punished.
If people learn about her,
Hell would break loose.
No one can know,
No one can see,
No one can hear.
She is a burden,
A mystery,
A covered up pain.
Black.
Empty.
Pit.
Her only friends are the others sent here.
Other outcasts,
Other terrors,
Other monsters.
They fight to the death
To see who gets free,
To see who gets to be.
Which one will surface?
Nobody knows.
The goal is to stay hidden,
But eventually they show.
She can’t hide forever;
Though she really does try.
In this cold, cruel world,
It’s do or die.
When she is in the outside world,
Everyone stops and stares.
Where did she come from?
No one knew she was there.
How long was she hidden?
For days,
Months,
Or years?
Now that everyone saw her,
She wished she had stayed inside.
There was no going back, though.
She was already alive.
Her cover was blown,
And now she was out.
She couldn’t do anything;
She was still trapped.
Her feelings needed to disappear,
And forget her pain.
She needed to get over this,
She needed to gain.
There was no way home,
No way back inside.
No way to be alone,
No way to hid.
She was a little secret,
A burden on the soul.
She came back to haunt,
And boy, has she grown.
Everyone had seen,
And learned who she really was.
The battle was over,
The rumors had won.

The End

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