What i've told,
I can not tell.
I need with hold,
And yet I yell.
I'm not unique
I'm not a freak
Yet i've avoided the truth,
Ever since my youth.

In the past i've denied,
What I can't seem to find.
But inside I know
What really glows
Like a covered candle
I refuse to show.

The darkness within
Turned to light.
Yet what will I win
From this fight?
I am but bird
flying against the wind.
It is my word
That has me pinned
In a herd of my own emotions.

I can't tell you what but I can say how,
This sick feeling has got me now
Feeling ill yet feeling great
I don't know how others will relate.
I can not say it is good
I know I can't but yet I should.
I want to preach of my feeling
Yet all I've done is further concealing.