Secrets are like snowballs.
They start out small.
But as you add more secrets, the tower gets tall.
And when there’s one too many, the tower will fall
And you spill all the secrets. Not one, but all.
There were so many secrets
You promised and promised yourself you wouldn’t tell
But all those promises vanished when the tower fell.
Now everyone knows
But nobody talks
Because of the secrets that are out of the fragile glass box.
They know how you feel
Every single one
Because when secrets travel, they don’t walk.