There's a reason I keep it all hidden
|So many things I can't say; I've got bite marks on my tongue.
Keep it stuffed in and hidden, can't let anyone know.
I need fixing and help, I'm broken, can't say anything.
Sometimes not telling anyone anything is a good thing.
I hide and smile, pretend to be whole.
Shattered inside and frantically searching, trying to shove the pieces back together, can't let anyone know.
Struggling with accepting the brokenness, I don't understand what's wrong?
I can't accept this, it's not right. I'm broken and twisted, this is all backwards and wrong.
But we all have problems right?
Some people think this is good. Think I'm right, my shards and smudged pieces are natural and good.
I know it's wrong, know I'm twisting nature, and yet I don't see how.
Why is this so wrong when the right and good thing seems almost shallow?
I have to trust, need to surrender my worries, sins and problems, my stresses, instincts and thoughts.
Have to believe that everything is going right, that I'm not an evil mistake and neither is what's good.
But I can't share, can't let people know the struggle I face.
Everyone has problems, and yet mine seem so huge, so wrong.
Everyone sins, but not like this, no one expects
Not from me.
I smile and bite my tongue.
Some things you have to keep hidden.
No one can know what you're hiding;
I've got bruises on my tongue from all the things I could have said.