The burden I carry is a secret,
A secret that I hate to carry.
This secret is not only one,
but dozens of lies made up over time.
I am the only one who knows.
I am the only one who can tell when they are spoken.
I am the only one who can reveal the truth.
This burden has my shoulders weighed down,
and my chest feels as if it could collapse.
If i should tell this secret,
who am I to tell?
If i should make things right,
who would stay by my side?
If I should tell the world,
will any one still love me?
To tell god?
I know he wont love me.