Holding On To A Secret From The Past
i'm about to explode,
how many secrets,
can a person hold onto?
i hide how i feel,
but it still shows,
all the pain and hurt,
it's all so hard to keep,
how do one open up and share?
will they believe me?
will they say it's all in my head?
will they laugh?
how will i start?
frustation and fear builds,
nightmares come at night,
mind becomes restless,
than filled with thoughs,
and a voice,
'don't tell our secret'
remains in the back of my mind,
self doubt controls my judgements,
going insane,
afraid to fight back,
i bite my tongue,
and try to laugh it off,
when i'm ask what wrong,
a smile forms,
but tears run down my cheeck,
how can i say i'm not ok,
because of the sexual abuse,
that happened in my past,
is now affecting me,
in ways i never thought possible,
but yet i try to hold the secret,
it already fell apart once,
when i was young,
will history repeat itself?
poem by Mona Martinez
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