No! No! No! No! No!

Not now, not ever!
I’ve told you muck
to nauseate a buzzard!
I’ve dredged up all
the sins, the shame,
the crimes, the wrongs
since when I was a tot,
you’ve got enough to sentence
me to life some ten times over.
What more can you want?
Some things just can’t be whispered,
can never pass from a sinner’s
guilty heart, just fester there and rot
to make a living hell. It’s my secret,
my burden, my shame
and I’ll not infect you with it.
For me? You’ll take it for ME?
You’re lying, you prurient freak!
For me? You need my
take-to-the-grave secret
to keep me from an early grave?