There are things I could tell you,
But I doubt you'd understand,
Stories of my life,
But I don't think you'd comprehend.

First there would come shock,
Then the disappointment,
Followed by fear,
Then the curiosity,
And then to understanding you'd come near.

But already it's too far,
Too much,
I see the judgment in your eyes.
I take back what I said,
You see?
All hogwash. All lies.

That's why you'll never know.
I can't tell you.
You can't hear.
The fear of judgment is greater
Than any story I have here.