Sick With Secrets

(Author's note:  This poem is about the danger of secrets being spread. If they are with trustworthy people it is ok.  But, when spread to the wrong person your life is put on hold.  Eventually you find this is told in the point of view of someone who had their secret shared or shared a secret before.  They are begging someone to never share a secret)

A mad disease passed from person to person,

Only the most trustworthy won’t spread it.

For when it is shared,

It is not itself anymore.

It transforms from something hidden to a giant problem,

Ruins your past and follows you into your future.

Everything you’ve ever known…

Changes.

Suddenly your life revolves around your sickness,

Every corner you turn,

Every car that passes,

Is scaring you.

Look me in the eyes dear,

Promise me you won’t ever spread this disease.

Lock it away deep inside you,

Where even Angels can’t find them.

Keep yourself together,

Now run from all of the sick.

Lock that disease inside you,

And never spread it to another.