Betrayal: A Poem.

Why do I put up this act,
Pretending to be a strong man,
When my life is a cluttered room,
Filled with many regrets, guilt and shame,
Remorse following me everywhere,
On threads I walk,
Aware of every passing thought,
Consumed with secrets,
Burned down with desire,
Fears creep around every corner,
They remind me of my short falls,
Crazy is fine, better than a badmouth,
In mirror, the reflection looks at me,
Instead of a smile, a scary mask with no face,
Only breath passed into it lungs,
Betrayed it looked at me,
Realising I failed me.