Finally Free

Secrecy is killing me,
absorbing all that I am,
when can I escape the clutches
of the lies I hide behind?

Lying on the dirty floor,
I'm reduced to tears,
pooling around me now,
maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll drown in them.

Ideas flood my brain,
they can't hurt me if I'm not around!
They can't get to me if I'm dead!
I'll finally know peace!
I'll finally feel free!