there are secrets now
more than i can count
whispering out loud
hoping someone will hear
there are secrets about me
the kind you need to tell
the kind that aren't allowed
for the public to know
its not general knowledge
these are secrets
no one can know
my secrets are private
but sometimes i slip
i slip on the thick ice
laid by the cold breath
of the other secrets I've spread
keeping this inside
dealing on my own
this is not something
I'm strong enough to accomplish
my secrets of regret
but now I'm speaking out
warning others of my terror
and now my secret is exposed
and laying more cold ice
for me to slip again
fall and hit and slide
again
again
again
it wont stop
till my secrets are told
to be sold
into general knowledge
for other people to own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem