I’m sick of keeping secrets
So they never stay discrete,
Leave me be; don’t ask me
Else I will repeat.
Please don’t stand beside me or
Talk to me on the phone,
Walk the other way
I need to be alone.
The truth will not stay secret
However hard I try, you
Must do me a favour
And never ask me ‘why’, as
Telling me a secret is
Telling me to lie.
There is a second part to this poem. Read it here, if you like (although the pieces can stand alone):
I Kept A Secret From You
