Who wouldve known
That keeping a secret
Would harm you so deeply
That it would haunt you
Would transform you
Would force fear and worry into you
Heart
Youre of them now
The misunderstood
The patienceless
The needy
The irritated
To them youre nothing but a bastard
Youre nothing but selfish and
Harsh
Because when they ask you
to be gentle
You know you try
But the fear clouds your trying
Who wouldve known
That telling the secret
Wouldnt make a difference?
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