Poet

The lie is in my skin

It courses through my veins

The ink is sinking in

Cementing my new shame

The pain is in my head

Disguising what I'm not

I write to hide the truth

To say that I forgot

The fear is in my heart

I dentity revealed

The consequences sought

The nature still concealed

The mercy's in the muse

But she never came

Masquerading as an artist

the sin is in the name