My secrets consume me. . .

I want to write all my secrets down someplace. Someplace safe, where no one else could ever find them. But I can't. I'm too scared somebody will find them. My secrets are what separate me from other people. So I don't want anyone else to know. I hate my secrets. They make me feel like I'm not worth anything. Everyone has secrets. I just wish I could tell someone else my secrets so that they weren't all on my shoulders, weighing me down.