Secrets are bad for the soul. I once heard that, when someone was trying to get something out of me; a secret I have been burden to bare for to long. A secret no one will ever know. Because as hard as they are to keep, the harder it is to tell. He almost got me to say it to. But the strength to say it aloud I do not have. I'm too weak to even write it. To write the words that have haunted me for months. The pain is almost unbearable.
I'm a good liar. I have to be. My secret causes pain, this is why I have to lie so well, because no matter how hard you try, the people who know you the best can see through your disguise. And when they ask questions, you have to know the right answers.
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