Inside each one of us,
under the buried lies,
are a million hidden truths
And an unsung sacrifice.

The sacrifice to keep it all within,
the sacrifice much mocked.
But I fail to see the issue
With keeping it all locked.

It's safe and sound inside
with no one else to see
and no one else to judge,
My million hidden sanctities.

Why tell the world your secret
when it's only going to spread
and ****** away that little truth
that last bit of thread.

So, yes it's a façade,
and I have a million layers of complexities.
But in the end I'll find comfort
in my million hidden sanctities.