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! |