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 into rubble.


But truth is:
I'm not that rash,
To turn something good
Into ash.

I'm on guard;
Always wary.
I save by hiding,
Like Typhoid Mary.


To keep you all
From getting hurt,
Your precious secrets
I'll never blurt.

Though it gets
Harder and harder,
I'll continue
To be your martyr.


Now you see
How I suffer alone.
Without contact,
Not even a phone.

You think keeping
A few secrets is whacked?
Try keeping dozens -
Hundreds, in fact.