Don't knock it till you've walked it!

Truth is
We're all inexperienced
I may never experience one thing like another
But I still understand your human feelings, my fellow brother.

I dread the sound of its passing
and the call of its merry chime
on the hour every day
the price that I pay
for life is a fear of time...

For so long have I kept stuff,
Hid them to myself,
So people don't see my pain,

So many times have I tried telling you,
But the words just don't seem to form,
My lips are sealed for I don't know how long,

I cried for so long,
My hatred made me wail in pain,
My dark side hidden and a secret,

I still try telling you,
But what's the point when I'm scared,
And you refuse to see the wrong,

Now I repent wishing I'd told you earlier,
Scared now to tell you,
I'll be scarred with this dark secret for life.