The Secret Keeper by Typhoid Mary
When you have A burning secret, Don't you have an urge To leak it? Yes, why share is A mystery. But let me tell you My history. I never liked Having to hide. But knew I needed To stay inside. Because, if ever, I dared come out, The risk was too high Of things I could spout. If I weren't always Out of sight, Then I'd spill secrets Left and right. So, being isolated By my choice Seemed much safer Than using my voice. Because, like me, Others were weak. All their secrets, They needed to speak. So it came out, Out to me. I'm the keeper, Don't you see? I hold secrets Large and small. What I know Could make men fall. From petty theft To cheating flings, There's quite a variety Of things. Of course, these secrets I'd never say. I try to keep them Locked away. Let's hope I'm not Trying in vain, Because I can inflict Enormous pain. The information I keep concealed Could all too easily Become revealed. I can cause Loads of trouble: Strong foundations Smashed