I am afraid when someone holds
Me, I fear the times when I want to cry
I shiver when I think of You in discust
This pain takes away my fear to die
My secret no longer silent, it is able
To whisper, but my fear is growing
I don’t know what to fight and defend
Should I resist, without them knowing?
I want my secret to stop whispering, I
Need to erase the words, I have to make
You forget what I am, that I excist
I am suffering because of my mistake
But I know I can’t break the whisper
And soon my secret will learn to talk
Every being will know my sick mind
My weak being, places I will walk
And so I will be more afraid when someone holds
Me, I will fear the times more when I want to cry
I will shiver more when I think of You in discust
And this growing pain will take away all my fear to die