Secret

It started as a nothing
and then it grew.
It became your something
that bacame you.

So you locked it in your heart
or kept it in your head.
Settling, it's done.
It's just as good as dead.

The questions hurt,
but the answers scar you.
Your on the defense,
but your the enemy too.

You feel the eyes of heaven
and hell.
The time is now,
but who you gonna tell?

Author's Note

Ignore grammar