Me...

I want you, to know my name.
My hidden burden.
My secret shame.
I want you, to know my name.

I now have to make a choice.
To speak out, in my own true voice.
Everything is not as it seems.
Your perfect son, ain't so clean.

A desired obsession.
A forbidden confession.
A disgraceful look.
I threw the book.

Well I'm tired of running.
From how I feel.
So, I guess start the shunning.
Because...THIS IS REAL