Secrets Drive Me Crazy

Secrets

Secrets,

I own you,

Can be shared to two or more,

Can be shared to a small group,

Of near and dear ones,

But why?

Why can't we tell them all?

Tell everybody?

But then the meaning of secrets would be lost, 

I know that,

But still,

Why is it spoken in whispers,

Why not in a loud voice?

Why not in a loud thunder?

Why, a whisper, 

So that others don't get to know,

But why?

The question is why?

Secrets,

I hate you,

Even though I own you,

Secrets,

I hate you,

Yet,

I own you,

How weird I am!

Strange and bizarre,

Secrets, 

I own you,

And,

Hate you,

You drive me crazy,

Secrets!