Secretes

Tis flesh we bury
But skeletons remain
The secretes we cary
Heavies our hearts with futile pain

We cry a river
Hoping the soreness would flow away
And in our own guilt we shiver
Leading our abandoned selves astray

Secretes are burdens
That needs to be lifted up our shoulders
Though they are kept in the deepest darkest of dens
One could always delete the furtive folders

Hush-hush and clear the closet
It shall set you free
Let alone all the skeletons walk out of the cabinet
And let the truth be