Slip secrets

I've got a little secret; a thing I've never told
I keep it held captive, in a place that is too droll
It's escaping through the cracks, letting out a scream
It's seeping through hidden curtains, bleeding like a stream
It feels it is amusing, and laughs throughout the day
It's like trying to tickle a tiger; in a comical, witty way
I feel like a doll, controled by thin silver strings
I hang like a toy, by bands that I call rings
If it's all a game, I'm losing by the lot
If I stop to think about it, I think I'd rather rot
There's nothing I can do, until it slips through solid crypts
It'll wash away my worries, soaking through my lips