Some say that the burden of secrets
Is what kills us in the end.
Others say it is our sins,
Against some theoretical god,
Against ourselves and against humanity.
But some secrets are never meant to be told.

There are few words that will truely tell
my hearts secrets.
But my soul has always screamed for it's freedom.

A Pearl, perfectly shaped and beautifully silver,
Unharmed and untainted.
Innocence is the pearl for which I am not,
The death of my innocence,
An event from long ago.

Why should I pretend to be
Something I never was?
A child of purity.
Ignorant to the doings of adults.

What would the birds sing,
If they heard my story?
They would sing in disgust,
Of decite nd incest.

Nevertheless, it is my burden to carry.
Despite the strain on my shoulders,
I must move foward.
To find in this world, something worth fighting for.