its just so hard for me sometimes
to hide the things i must
i want to tell the world my story
even to those i mistrust
i could tell them minor pieces
to a puzzle already there
intimate secrets to detailed times
none in which they care
but if drama unfolds before them
and they can be involved
find those pieces they once ignored
and help the puzzle be solved
two faced are those i tell my story
take part in destroying a life
what beauty matters to them; none
just always pain thats right
they could never see beyond
what a blind man could see
happiness brought onto you; onto others
and shame shall be brought onto me