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Secrets
Sleep may come hard
Each breath like a shard
Of glass in the chest
Piercing your breast
The feeling unbearable
Unsure if it’s repairable
Nothing seems comparable
Pain caused by a chain
Reaction to an attraction
You can’t control the contraction
You’ll learn nothing from inaction
Look at others
The pain of another’s
Things can be worse
You don’t need a nurse, a hearse
There has been no curse
Get over it you hear
Get over your fear
But you cannot tell
Will they yell, dwell, speak of hell
Could you cope
Is there hope
Is it wrong
For feelings this strong
To last so long
Want to change, know it’s strange
Strange becomes derange
Feels like a firing range
Secrets may hurt
Wouldn’t want to blurt
With the pain you flirt
It may seem hard to keep your sexuality from your family or others that you may be close to, but always remember what you are is what makes you a unique person, and yes, it is so totally difficult to tell anyone close to you that you are what you are. Take it from someone who's been there when I wanted so much to let my friends and family know, but couldn't because I thought that if I did, then I would be shut out from their lives, but as for my friends, it was nice to know that they accepted me for who I was, but as for my parents, I told my mom that I was bisexual, and I told my dad that I was gay. Crazy, I know, but I also told my grandma that I was bisexual, too, because she didn't wish for me to be the way that I was. But yeah, I really like what you had to say in this poem. It explains a lot about how you're feeling as you go to sleep and think of how you're keeping this secret identity hidden from your family. It sucks, but yet at the same time, you are who you are, and there should be no shame in that whatsoever.
Secrets are hard to keep when you know it will hurt others. But what's more important lies in yourself. You decide to be. Just be. You decide to do. A free choice to weigh. I'll pray for the best to come no matter what outcome arises...