It's the forth year I have kept this secret.
I haven't told a soul
My mouth closed in fear.
Fear of what they would say.
Stupid thing I did,
I was young and dumb
Yet I know it was a simple mistake
But since it's been eating away at my crumbling confidence.
No longer able to look at someone in the eye when I talk about it
They know I did it
I know I did it
So why don't they come out and blame me?
Why don't they save me from my solitude of suffering
Guilt
Stupid mistake
Unable to confess
Describes my life 4 years later.
The story can turn a joyous night sour,
Make me unable to sleep
But who would know how I feel,
Because telling someone is out of the picture.
