I wish the tears would come
To wash all this pain away.
I want to feel only closure
Of this mess that you have made.
I thought I had covered all the bases
Been truthful to a fault.
And yet I find myself a recipient
Of sad secrets untold
The worst part is not the lie itself
For in lying to me, it is not I who is hurt
All I can see is a lost little boy
Trying to cleave from his pseudo Mommy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem