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 shortContinue reading “Betrayal: A Poem.”
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