What Have You Done? Poem by Kimberly Lindsey

What is it about you, that makes me want to run?
There is a smell about you, there is something you’ve done.
I can’t put my finger on it, but still, I know it’s true,
I feel it in my gut, I know it in my soul.
You throw off my concerns, as nothing of importance,
Yet, I know that is not the case, I feel it in my bones.
How do I get to the root, of whatever it is, I know not.
But trust you, let it go, no I will not!

I will snoop and I will sneak, if that is what it takes.
Would it not be easier to just be honest, and tell me, what is at stake?
What have you done, that would need so much to hide?
Can it really be that bad, come now, is the problem your pride?

I fear that what you’ve done, though not illegal, is just as bad.
For a crime, is a crime, is a crime…. Or are you just a cad?
Your family has alluded to, and you have shut them down.
But I now have an insider, she slipped, and now I know without a doubt,
That all the while I have been asking, it was true, and you….lied.
I will get it from her one way or another, I will just wait till she’s drunk.
I will be her friend, no matter what, she needs one, but not you, you skunk!

Keep your secrets, it will not help, I will find out in the end.
If I have to pay a P.I., it will be worse for you my friend.