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.





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