I carry 'round a bag with me,

And everywhere I go,

I put my feelings in it, and

I never let them show.

It's really such a burden to

Hide all these thoughts inside,

To shield the many things I've thought,

The many times I've cried.

For now, my bag is heavy and

It drags me to the ground,

But vicious lack of confidence

Will carry every pound.

So someday, when I'm more secure

With who I am and why,

I'll open up my bag of thoughts

And let the feelings fly.

But now I keep my bag closed, and

You can't begin to know

About the feelings in there, for

I never let them show…