How Lonely Life Is

Things I can’t even confess

Whispered underneath my breath,

For fear that once they’ve been professed

Will manifest and manifest.

 

Shall I hide beneath my shame?

Cower when I hear my name?

The weight of worth and sting of blame

Two hurts that hit me just the same.

 

Secrets driven to my chest,

They cower, cornered, in distress;

Forever doomed to ream regress,

How lonely life is when depressed.

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