Still Hiding

Holding inside My biggest secret Could be the hardest The largest Regret. Opening up Could be a mistake; A wrongly taken Chance. They say it gets easier But it could also become More difficult But how could it be Any harder Than this? Impossible, Improbable. Indescribably wrong. Unwilling, Unwitting, Unwinding my lies. It does not get easier. Nor does it get better. But what would I know? For I am still hiding.