Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Dec 12, 2022

Her Secret

She has a secret that she can never tell

About how once in love, she had fell

She thinks her friends would not understand

If her friends ever saw them holding hands

She keeps it inside though it is eating her so

She knows her true love she can never show

So she cries in bed alone, dreaming every night

From her parents keeps her tears out of sight

She washes her face as she buries her pain

It burns her heart like an ever-internal flame

Finally, the pain inside she had to get rid of

When she died, no one ever knew she had loved

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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Comments

Geezer

this is true for many. Love of any kind should not hurt, but sometimes it does. Having had the courage to hide it, might have been hard, but the right thing to do. Sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the people we love and those who love us. I felt this one like a punch in the jaw. I remember...
~ Geez.
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Lavender

I know a few circumstances where people hid their love for quite some time, causing and enduring so much sadness. Your poem reflects that.
Thank you,
L