Searching for the Truth is my motor to propel
I realize now that I have been living under a spell
Nearly everyone abandoned me when my reputation fell
It was as if I was emitting some nasty kind of smell
You were always painting pictures and lying to dispel
How many ugly secrets do you truly wish to quell?
Guilt is powerful and you felt the need to compel
The forensics test indicated shame in my every cell
I know it is my fault so go ahead and yell
I'm running late so do it before the last bell
I think I know why you told me not to tell
You were just afraid that I would die and go to hell
These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
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