They think that I'm incapable of feeling emotions.
But they don't know that I'm very fragile and vulnerable inside.
Shhh.
It's a secret.

They think I enjoy being alone and isolated.
But they don't know that being lonely terrifies me.
Shhh.
It's a secret.

They think that their insults don't bother me; that I don't care.
But they don't know that I'm constantly concerned about what people think of me.
Shhh.
It's a secret.

They think that I've got a perfect life.
But they don't know what terrible things I'm going through. What monsters I'm fighting.
Shhh.
It's a secret.

They think I'm a callous, insensitive person.
But they don't know that beneath that facade is a destroyed, broken girl.
Shhh.
It's a secret.