Some harbor them jelaously.
Some hide them out of sight
some beleive that magically
they'll never come to light.
Some trade away other's lies
some barter with the truth.
Some think it best, think it kind
if they supply the proof.
I scuttled away into the dark
shielding my fact from the sun.
I heard the song of a shadowlark
and thought my time had come.
We ran from family, hid from friends
who never had a clue.
But when I made a suicide attempt
they knew I was more than blue.
I wonder if it was best to lie
to say I wasnt dead inside
to say that I never cried
to claim my brain wasnt fried.
I went off my meds, went off the edgte
all the secrets spilling forth
all the demons being led
by their leader, which could morph
into the doppelganger of myself
a secret being sold
using my forefathers backs as pelts
martyrs of the bold.