Secrets

They are custom made demons.
We created them,
Kept them alive,
Tried to bury them.
They are our choices creations.

Dark and hidden.
Taken to the grave,
No other must know,
Locked in our minds forever.
To think of sharing is forbidden.

Secrets hide behind our eyes.
Stabbing them with pins,
Make us afraid,
That another might see them.
Afraid when someone tries.

Our secrets.
Our jailers.
Our creations.
Our failures.

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