My SecretI have friends whom I hold dear.They comfort me and I comfort them.It's a shame, however, how they don't know.They have no idea who I really am.I'm sorry.That's all I can say.I know you never wantedFor me to be this way.I want to tell you.I want you to really hear.But it keeps me from talking.It is your own fear.I try to put myself in your shoes,But, there is no rationality.I know I must live with this.It's my own heartbreaking reality.I eat, I laugh, I play, I cry.Sometimes, I wish I could be like you.But, you will always keep a little distance,Because I want to be me, too.I'll tell you anything else.