Hiding My Habitude Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Hiding my habitude;
In the depth of my craddling heart.
Down my bossom it stood;
It dilutes, towards a just path.

Never will i show it;
Good or bad it may seem to be.
Maybe, it's my habit;
Yearning to burst away from me.

Hiding my habitude;
And burying my behaviour.
Binding my bad, from good;
Infront of all eyes, i'll be pure.

They won't know the real me;
Under the vague veil of my face.
Dark habits won't be free;
Eventually, they won't surface.