. . . Secrets and mysteries of a wrong written poem ,

You are feeling different because you keep a secret along with you
No one knows about it - just you and your desires
It hurts you - and you know it - but you don't want to change it
just because it makes you happy
You don't care about the pain that it causes - you want to be beautiful.
The mirror looks at you - he knows about your secret
You are not the only one, you are one of the million girls that already live it.
Stereotypes wrong made by a mystery society
that takes away the desires to get dressed
It always fools you at launch time

You do like those eyes that cry invisibles to the real human love

A secret you keep hidden in a story about death
That causes nothing else than lies and mistakes
With the sunset as your best friend you feel like crying
that wrong written poem that you have leaved impressed in your favorite place.
Cowardicies of a woman that lonely she feels
And that is looking forward to be loved
Not because she keeps a secret with her, but for being who she truly is

Sorrow translated into into loneliness
for knowing that here you are
and everyone is out there

You have a secret that claims:
I wanna die
I wanna disappear

. . I have a secret that simply says .. "stop looking at me please at least for today"