Don’t look at me! You wouldn’t understand right?

And though I pray, the secret is slipping away.

I’m bounded by these shackles of shame.

I don’t know anything. I don’t talk about it.

Stay with me, I plead.

This unseemly stain of makeup tainting my face.

I can’t understand what the future holds.

This ugly bloom born anew will let its body run cold!

Keep running from my past that is looming behind me.

Aah — I’ve had enough.