Things I can’t even confess
Whispered underneath my breath,
For fear that once they’ve been professed
Will manifest and manifest.
Shall I hide beneath my shame?
Cower when I hear my name?
The weight of worth and sting of blame
Two hurts that hit me just the same.
Secrets driven to my chest,
They cower, cornered, in distress;
Forever doomed to ream regress,
How lonely life is when depressed.