I never knew this would happen That I would be one of 'those' people All these secrets, I have to conceal From a world that could push me away. I'm constantly left in the dark So now, I don't know what to think Is it a phase? Or something to trust? My twisted and crumpled cliché. I read many books, and I know That this happens to thousands of people Then why is it so hard to see? If my feelings will stay. Sometimes I think I should tell But I know I'll be shot to the ground So the secrets will stay in my head Weighing me down.