I am ashamed of who I am
Because of what I did,
But everyone's forgotten now,
Except for the one who didn't know.
I scream softly in a corner
Then close my eyes for a moment.
This billet-doux is my burning secret
One day I'll let you know it.
I go to the back of my closet
To breathe,
But the dead-end in front of me
Is my only way out,
My only way up.
Where do I go from here?
Because for almost a year now
I've been dead.
I've been the other girl.
I thought about doing it
But I poured that down the drain too.
It's not about them, it's about us
And the ultimate betrayl.
I wish I could have seen it coming
This unplanned failure, sudden fiasco.
It's my haunting midnight thought.
It's the reason I can't sleep.
Where do I go from here?
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