When is it safe to be yourself?
What would those who are close to you think of you if they knew every single thought, desire, feeling and secret you had?

Would they stay with you or would you be alone?

It took me a long time to tell anyone what you did underneath the plastic kid's kitchen table.  We told everyone it was "house" at the time.  I knew what you did was wrong.  But I was ashamed.  It was my fault.