Of What Worth Would It Be?

If I laid bare my whole heart for all to see,

of what worth would it be?

If hid my heart in pride, stoic and manly,

of what worth would it be?

If I etched my soul in ink, and relieved the pressures of the unfree,

of what worth would it be?

If I etched my soul in blood, bloodlessly,

of what worth would it be?

If I yelled out into the abyss, that infinite sea,

of what worth would it be?

If I sobbed quietly into into my pillow in a silent plea,

of what worth would it be?

If I made my deepest feelings known to thee,

of what worth would it be?

If I nobly effaced myself, and thickly veiled, pretended to flee,

of what worth would it be?

If I nobly faced myself, and thinly veiled, revealed what is me,

of what worth would it be?

Oh, of what worth would it be, if the worth is known and only known to me?