What a broken world we are.
Learning things about myself each day. So how can I explain them to You?
There’s this something I try to hide, … not from You, my dear, but from me.
I get angry and sad because its existence breaks my strength and I am absolutely defenceless.
With it I’m not what I want to be. I want to be strong.
I hate You seeing me like that as I don’t know how to explain it to You. I’m afraid this will scare You away. Away. AWAY.