The Yesterday

Must I continue to keep them in...
All these sufferings deep within
Speaking them out would be taboo
People wouldn't believe them..this is true

So they're all hidden and put away
All  my secrets of yesterday
They are all buried: so deep, so still
But affecting me always as they will

Someday some book will tell it all
Things I had suffered when I was small
Writing it out  and sharing away
Could free me from the yesterday..

Too many have warned me not to speak
I should keep it all quiet..and never leak
The secret stories that could surely be
An unmasking of my family

But how painful and how unfair
Is this burden, I continue to bear
Simply to appease them and cover it all:
The painful memory of being too small..