In the depths of my heart, a secret lives.

A truth I know, but I dare not give.

We cover the truth with different lies.

There are lots of different masks that disguise.

The weight of the secret is a burden to bear.

The fear of the truth that nobody will care.

My voice is frozen; words remain unspoken.

The truth is trapped in a mind that is broken.

I long for the freedom to reveal the truth,

A life of secrecy is a painful road to choose.

The truth whispers to me in the late hours of night.

I toss and turn in bed, longing for things to be right.

But morning comes, and a new day begins.

Another day of hiding behind the tales we spin.

I remain silent, and the truth remains unclear.

The truth we bury is the very thing I fear.

One day, I hope to have the courage to speak.

I fear that day will never come because I am weak.

Our secret is painful, and we can’t bare to face.

So, our truth from knowledge, we seek to erase.