Holding inside
My biggest secret
Could be the hardest
The largest
Regret.
Opening up
Could be a mistake;
A wrongly taken
Chance.
They say it gets easier
But it could also become
More difficult
But how could it be
Any harder
Than this?
Impossible,
Improbable.
Indescribably wrong.
Unwilling,
Unwitting,
Unwinding my lies.
It does not get easier.
Nor does it get better.
But what would
I know?
For I am still hiding.