The Truth About Secrets

I know your dirty secret
Is locked in a box
Or a closet perhaps,
I hope no one knocks.
 
It's buried so deep,
But still it reeks.
So awful and horrible,
You won't ever peek.
 
The moment you look 
It overcomes you,
It becomes you,
Like it's meant to.
 
The facade you put up
Is easily seen through.
It doesn't take much
To see what's true.
 
You're like a tattered cloth,
In so many pieces,
With each secret you keep
Your life decreases. 
 

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