A life gone by, so much time gone,
 A world alone, filled with sorrow,
 Emptiness and Despair are my world,
 The walls around me rise to the sky.

 I must be alone, I must be apart,
 For within my heart does a burden lay,
 A secret, a thought, such a small thing,
 Who could have guessed it's power?

 Such a small part, barely even a shard,
 Yet in this world it is all there is.
 Nothing else I do, Nothing else I've done
 Will matter to this world, if the secrets known.

 How fair is this? How cruel a ploy?
 That something so meaningless,
 Can control so much rage.
 Like to dry wood, a spark it is.

 A spark whose fire would destroy my world,
 Burning everything to ashes.
 Nothing would survive, nothing could,
 The fire this secret would cause.

 Screaming to the night,
 Pleading with the stars,
 Only the howling wind hears,
 And it doesn't care.

 Damn these walls. Damn this place!
 Why must I hide who I am?
 Why does anyone care?
 It is so small, barely even a shard.

 It's not all I am, it's not all I'll ever be.
 Who I am doesn't change, so why?
 Why in this place of solitude must I stay,
 With walls to the sky to keep all away?

 So many have asked,
 What's the secret inside?
 I reply, who cares?
 It's nothing important.

 Why should they know?
 Why should they need to?
 It's something so small,
 Yet so dangerous.

 I'll keep it here, deep inside.
 No one shall know,
 Why I sit here and cry,
 Just keep to myself, the secret.

 Jason