My own secret
Only my mind hears it
Holding so dearly-
It's not so bad, really
I'm struggling clearly
With truth, that's merely
A burden without which
I'd be cheery
I've delayed long enough,
My resolve hung tough
Through the rough while, I've
Shown my stuff
Truth's time, so pray for
Some love- my
Honesty requires forgiveness
From above
About the Creator
Vincent Manta
Vincent is an author headquartered in New York City. He's published sports coverage, stories, and poetry. His short films can be found on YouTube.
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