I bear a burden that’s heavy for me.
The burden I bear is very weighty.
It drags me down.
It depresses me.
It makes me want to end this life.
Keeping secrets is not easy,
Especially the secrets I have to tell.
Sometimes the secrets are so heavy,
and weigh so deeply upon my mind and my heart
that I don’t know how to tell reality apart
from the reality that everyone seems to experience around me.
I bear a burden that’s personal
and when I reveal my secrets
I know others will be judgemental
Yet no one can judge me more harshly than I judge myself.