Like the mask of Zorro I hide
to cover up my darkest secret
terrified they might discover
I try so desperate to keep it
should the utmost be revealed
I'm certain I'll be disowned for sure
because my secret is so enormous
I play the role of quaint and pure
no one will ever understand
that I don't share their certain views
they'd only see me as a stranger
should they ever know the truth
every second my heart beats
and the blood flows through my veins
not a single night I close my eyes
that my secret goes away
I hear the whispers in the dark
the rumors that they'd spread
the taunting, teasing I'd endure
constantly fill my head
as I write this poem to you
I jeopardize this very secret
I put my faith inside your hands
and trust that you should keep it! |
