Shhh.

It's a niggle. A secret.
It's a whisper that carries you away. A voice sweeping through you.

It's doubt. It's shame.
It's all a horrific game that threatens to consume you.
It's a double life, but you can't choose which to live. It isn't a choice.

It's fear. You can't stand the not knowing.
You can't help feeling every little bit. Questioning everything around you.
It's always there. It doesn't matter how many times you try to run,
because it runs just as fast.

It runs faster. Overtakes you.
Consumes you.

Until running just isn't an option anymore.
Though, it never was, was it?