Don't look at the surface...
Look deep within my soul...
Can you see, can you see
the truth...
That which I wish to hide...

Do you see it reflected in
my eyes???
Can you hear the voice
screaming to get out...

I guess you don't...

As i'm bound by shackles
I placed on myself...
I locked her away where
even I can barely hear her...
I dare not visit her for i'm
afraid she might bind me...
We would be locked in together,
or become one and break free...

I'm ashamed of her so I
keep her hidden...
Afraid she might scare others
by her painful cries...
Afraid that she might shatter
and break me with her...
Afraid that she'd be treated
different...

Pitied... Or ostricized...

I keep her hidden even though
she's the broken me....