I was the quiet one the one who'd never told
I carried my secret scars that have become old
Things were being done to me when I was quite small
Others were speaking out and I kept hiding all
Afraid of displeasing the good God above
I kept all in silence to show Him my love
So broken up and beaten; I kept all inside
Because I was instructed: saints never cried.
Once I confided to a priest all my hurt
I left feeling humbled: lower than dirt
So never again did I willingly share
Till new hurts reopened what was hidden with care.