The days pass slow,
One at a time.
No one can know
though I find myself changing my mind.
Do I tell them
Or do I keep it quiet.
My secret as precious as a gem
Addicting as a diet.
I need someone to tell
Or I will never be able to overcome.
It is something on which I constantly dwell.
Looked down upon by some.
It brings too much shame
No one will ever know.
No remorse for me to gain
As the days pass slow.
Love, American Beautiful 