Shhh...

Secrets. Something everybody has in common. Every one untold for its very own reasons – be it a fantasy too unrealistic to be shared or some dark secret shared only among those involved. Yet not all secrets could be bad. Secrets that makes one feel so good that the very thought of it makes the person hugs him/herself in delight are always meant to be kept. Some keep secrets of dark thoughts, thoughts worrisome enough to make a person wonder if it’s time to visit a shrink.

No matter what the secret is, we all have our reason as to why it is meant to be a secret and not something shared even with those we consider dear to us.

However, every once in a blue moon, there comes a time when secrets can no longer be kept alone. The very taught of the burden of the secret drives us to insanity and depression and encloses us inch by inch until we retreat into ourselves, ending up as a shell. It consumes you from the inside, spreading fast, malignant in every way.

I’ve felt how potent secrets could be. I’ve had those secret thoughts that scare you. I’ve seen how secrets have ruined a person. Seen how a person who was once a cheerful, strong willed girl, retreat within.

Thinking about it today made me wonder how one small secret makes you feel isolated from others. How influential a secret could be to a person’s life that it builds a wall, cutting us off from even the people we love.

One tiny little secret...treacherous in its own unexpected way.