I have too many secrets kept inside,
But I'll just tell you lies,
Or things that don't matter,
Cause I don't matter.

I don't want you to see me.

Someone once told me that
Each crease on your hand is a secret.
And my hands are both deeply lined,
With so many rivers and tributaries...

I have so many things I'm burting to say,
But like a lysosome,
I know if I tell you,
It'll corrode you and digest you,
And it's not worth the pain.
I'm not worth the pain.
So let me carry it all around,
My corpse just a messenger bag,
And I'll release them when I'm
*dead.

I've actually just begun to confess
To my loved ones about
The one I desire to marry

I fell in love long ago
He is my love, my life
The world sees my love for
Him
As a joke, but I don't

I think I want to marry
Him
I went to see
Him
Today I stayed in his house

I've decided to give up my life for
Him
To see if this is meant to be

I have an obsession with hiding myself
My family gets mad every day
"We did not have a beautiful baby girl
For her to hide away!"
I plan out how to hide the night before
The plan on my closet door
When I unveil it the next morning
They shout that I'm a bore
I can't help that I like hiding
It makes me feel much better
I don't like exposing myself to the world
I'd rather just wear a warm sweater
As much as my family may try
It's me they'll never expose
I live life the way I want to
Who cares if no one knows.

Going through each day
Looking happy and worry-free
'I am fine', I always say
But there is something they cannot see
Something hidden deep inside
So that no one could know
The scar I used to hide
My woebegone soul it would show
Still learning how to mend my heart
Looking at the shattered pieces of it
Seeing what's still left after it had been torn apart
Picking up each fragment bit by bit.