my gut

My Gut My gut told me somethings wrong I can't quite put a finger on it. I get these feelings that somethings awry. I hope it's just in my head. My Gut has not filled me in the past. These feelings I get are of unfaithf ulness like a shadow they move in and out from day to day there are secrets that I can't get unlocked but yet I keep moving forward telling my gut that it's all in my head that's part of my disorder I know in the end the truth will arise, so I wait dreading the unforeseen future not knowing what will come for if I trust my gut and speak upon which it's telling me, will I lose or will Iget my secrets