Untold Secret ... (3)

Here is the third poem that i wrote ... and no i have hidden secrets myself  i guess that i was just in a secretive mood:

Untold Secret

Some things are better left unsaid,

Told only to those who are dead.

But what if this secret must be told,

Which really needs to be put in bold.

So what if I choose to die,

Instead of telling this world a lie.

Instead I’ll take it to the grave,

Or rather to a deep and dark cave.

To keep away from the spotlight,

I’d prefer to walk the night.

Because it contains every one of my sinister thoughts,

Many which have been forethoughts.

Still, I wonder what this secret is worth,

Given the fact that I’m still on earth.

But what if I choose to tell the world,

What will happen then?