You gave me your secrets

And I kept them in a box,

Threw away the key and

Secured the lock.

I kept them close to my heart

And imprinted on my mind,

No one would know

The burdens of your spine.

But you took me for granted

And whispered vile words;

So I took the box, and

Threw it to the wolves.

They tore it open and your secrets

Stained the ground,

The ink of your thoughts spread

Through the crowd.

They saw your true nature

And discarded what you said,

For no one can trust

A liar painted red.