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The problems rise, I hear them though, Slipping through the door. They may think that I know nothing, But I know all the more. I hear the tears, I feel the pain, And though I’m just a teen, I know what it’s all about, About what I’ve never seen. These things continue still through now, Thinks I never want to tell. No one knows what goes on inside of me, It makes me feel like hell. Is it really the binding that’s fraying like a cord? Or is my imagination just running wild? What I know is what I cannot ask, For I am only still a child. The only one whom I can tell is the one whom I must find. But though many may hold the key to the door, He’ll be the one I know I can trust. He’ll know what I know, and no one more. Or should I take this to my grave? My secret to the other world. Why did I have to hear it anyway? God, I’m just a scared little girl! I wish this burden would just subside. My real emotions would no longer hide. Heavy and dark, it scorches me inside. Why do I have to know? I know, but I know not why. |