There is remorse in having to admit
The kinks in your armor are signs of weakness
Spilling out from your soul
Something hurtful to confess, A spot of soft flesh.

Putting everything on the line, putting “you” out in the open
You tell yourself these are riddles; that should be left unspoken.

Can you live with not being you. Truly…

Another ism or thing for the pile added to your self interrogation
On the subject or the mystery…

“Who Should I Be?..”

© Da Absentee 2015 revised 2024

As Always…
Stay Positive!