Dying to Tell

I know a secret.

The unspoken words fill me up, choking me, threatening to spill out into my world, but then I remember, and bite them back, swallowing them deep down inside again, where they belong.

At first, I kept silent to survive; now I keep silent because it's all I know. The silence has always protected me, even as it has slowly eaten away at my soul.

Sometimes though, late at night, when the pain is too much to bear, I bury my face in my pillow and whisper the Truth into the deaf, uncaring ear of the Universe.