I've got a little secret—
do you want to peek it?
It isn't very nice to know,
but still it grows and grows.
I hold it like a lozenge
underneath my tongue—
but it doesn't soothe
or help
it just burns and burns.
Inside my chest,
it never rests—
and in my tummy, too,—
but the place it hurts the most
is the place I can't show you.
I've got a little secret—
do you think you'll keep it?
if so—
then I'm not telling
you.