Please don’t’ shout at me
Please don’t yell at me
Please don’t criticise me
I beseech you to not laugh at my mistakes

For all the things you say
I take them to my secret place
I am conscious of many hurtful things that happen
And my secret place gets involved
I sometimes hate the courteousness of my secret place
Because it takes everything I see
I take all my troubles to my secret place
I can’t coerce my secret place to stop being fragile
When I write, I take all the materials to my secret place
That has strong protectors
You may wonder where my secret place is
And what my secret place is

My secret place is my heart
My heart is on the left side of the temple of God
Where is your secret place?