As all my skeletons were revealed,
I got swept up by my guilt and shame,
knowing full well that only I am to blame,
for the atrocities that I concealed.

between the devil and the deep blue sea,
I didn't know were to go.
I looked in the mirror, and had to admit,
that the person in it was really me,
and I was hit by a feeling of woe,
that left me feeling like shit.

Death felt like a luxury,
one I didn't deserve.
life felt like torture for me,
where I could only helplessly observe.


© Maanda okundaho PHIDANE