these secrets we hide from the world
maybe they're not as bad as we think
what really makes them so awful?
I lost my virginity; am I a slut?
I've smoked a bit; am I a druggie?
I drink on occasion; am I a drunk?
tell me now what you see
do you see the things that pushed me over the edge
or do you only see the mess at the bottom?
you don't seem to notice the weapons of choice
you don't care about the self-medication
you have no clue about the blurry up and down
so all these secrets I try to hide;
some leak out, some brim over
but how many are as awful as they seem?
