Having something inside
having something to hide
walking the streets feel everyone staring
in screaming inside seems like no one is caring
around me people still continued to talk
even as i think as i walk
indirectly it feels they know
deep down inside, I'll never let it show
hating myself for letting it start
i was brought up better, they taught me to be smart
what to do what step to take
if my secret is true my heart will break
going through the motions from day to day
let it not be true i can only pray
scared of whats around the bend
the wound i have from fear you can not mend
