Other Peoples' Secrets

I have been keeping other peoples' horrible, horrible secrets: none of which were ever mine. All of my life other people have cruelly, carelessly, chaotically dumped their dirty secrets onto me; their secret physical assaults on me, their secret physical assaults on others, all sorts of mental aggressions, revelations of their vices, revelations of petty mistakes they made that had major consequences, and so, so many other unpleasant, dysfunctional sins and sadnesses.

If I hold other peoples' secrets, alone by myself, it makes me sick. If I tell other peoples' secrets, then the telling sickens others, and they then associate that sickness with me. I see no choice but to take other peoples' secrets to the grave with me, bury them as deep as I go.

Other Peoples' Secrets