Its birth is submerged in shadows,

But its survival is simple;

Secrets,

Providing the sustenance for it to grow.

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At first it is your saviour,

It is safe, it is always there,

A friend,

It takes all your sadness away.

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But it doesn't stop.

It feeds on you,

It loves your hate and releases it,

But it grabs your love, your lust,

Your trust.

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You'll never be able to trust anyone ever again.

And why should you?

When you're caught up in lies,

Your throat is tied,

Oh, how you despise-

-But you can't say those things.

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I love you really, please don't ever go.

You hate it. You want it gone.

But it's taken everything,

You'd rather have an enemy than no one at all.

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You don't have a choice,

It'll never leave you.

Screaming those thoughts and giving those orders,

In that terrible voice.

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If only you could share your secret,

If only you could believe it,

But your lips won't move and your body won't shift,

So you fade away, until you don't exist.

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Author guidance for This poem

General ramblings / minor insights into my mind, I guess.

Nothing serious, written straight off. Most in 5 minutes or less. Prefer writing poetry that way, stops me messing around with it too much and keeps it more honest.

updated Feb 6 by Will-Gabriel