The Secret

Has it all been a farce
Have I lied all this while;
When did I learn to fake a tear
When was it that I forced my first forged smile.

I did learn to pretend then
Pretend the sorrow.......pretend the pain,
E’en did I feign the glow
While there was darkness still in my vein.

When did it all began……
Perhaps the day I owned a closet,
That I began to hide my skeletons
That I kept from me, my Secret.

And secrets once kept, they multiply
A seed, a sprout, a shrub, a tree,
They grow, they consume, they conquer,
All that is joy and glee.

But strange as I am
My success had but one key;
And when it did matter most
My beloved secrets, they kept me.