The truth about me,
Is the secret that I keep;
That would drive others away
That didn't understand.
It wraps itself up
In blankets of whispers
And buries itself in the ground.
It shields itself;
My whole self.
And I shatter windows
With the strength of my voice
My zeal
But I think all that strength is
Me forcing all things real into the ground.
I don't know what to do with me...
Where to put me,
How to contain me.
And people hate me,
But I'd rather have them hate me
And keep myself safe
Than let them rip me to shreds...
Where I can't run away.
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