That's two people to date,

Two people I've told,

Aside from my parents,

And bishop whom scold,

Such a bitter-sweet thing,

A secret to tell,

And then once it's told...

What a wonderful dell,

A moments breath,

An instants peace,

A break from the storm,

New hope from underneath,

Until a small whisper,

From the back of my mind,

Tells me what I've now done,

Fears just what they will find,

My two closest friends,

Trusted above all,

How must I now appear,

In such bitter a-gall?

The other voices tell me,

Remind me and fight,

Refuse to believe that,

The small voice is right,

I know that they're right,

That my friends aren't like that,

But that small voice called doubt,

Simply will not stay out.

Oh, how I fear it,

Such a pitiful thing,

That voice over-whelmed,

Every time that I sing,

Yet, though I know that it's wrong,

And I try to drown it out,

It never quite goes,

That small, nagging doubt,

No matter how much,

I scream, rip, or shout,

No matter how hard,

I try to cry out,

It never goes away,

Always tries to get out,

Though I always ignore it,

Still... that ever-present doubt...

It weakens my senses, 

Makes me feel less alert,

Wears at my confidence,

Until I'm inert.

Why won't my mind trust them?

The rest of me does.

I won't let it in again,

Besides, it'll be there...

Forever-more.

(A/N) Yeah, I know... 'COVER ART!!! AAAAHHH!' heh... I know. But I wanted this one to mean something, because it's been bothering me for a while. I rarely tell people my problems, even on here; and in three to five years I've only told two of my friends about my darkest secret... my greatest shame. The first person was Cassia16, less than a month ago, the second person happened to be today, Dawncloud131. It's been a rough month, guys, and it's broken me more than anything has in a long time. But that's enough personal talk for now.

Your poet,

-Shadefinder :)