Hate Poetry

Secrets

It hurts to know what I know, to see what I see.
Don't worry for even though I know your secrets are safe with me.

Your secrets are slowly killing me, my heart is full of grief.
But even if I did let them go, I wouldn't feel relief.

How do you do the things you do? I thought that you were smart.
Well now you have proved nothing, lost my respect and yes my heart.

The pride I had in knowing you I will forever lack,
And the trust that I once had in you can never be gained back.

I will never pity you, I only pity me,
For I am the one who forgot no ones what they seem to be.