Behind my jeans,
Are my thighs.
Upon them,
Are all the lies.
The lies,
The hate,
The shame.
This all feeds my fate.
Every cut,
Every slide.
Every drop,
Is why I cried.
I whip the tears,
As they roll.
I cover my scars,
As I stroll.
I hide my secret,
I hide who I am.
I hide it all,
Im a delicate lamb.
