I have a secret.
I’ve had a fair few secrets in my time, only some of which have been revealed.
But sometimes things just can’t be said. They’d never accept it.
They’d never look at me the same; they may never speak to me again.
Yet this secret is tearing me apart. My skin crawls at the thought of it; it’s not right. My mind is racing. I’m not making any sense.
I’m feeling fragile tonight. And I can’t sleep.