Confess
Consumed by secrets that bring her pain
She stares at her reflection through her glass picture frame
Her heart is filled with secrets untold
Though her secrets are causing her life to unfold
For she has suppressed what she should confess
And now her life is a terrible mess
For in secrecay you will never find rest
The moral of the story is confess, less your life be filled with stress
Copyright © Asia Schmidt | Year Posted 2016
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