When I started,
I thought it would feel good,
Up to this point,
I never knew,
It would mean the end,
Too many people know,
People I don’t know if I can trust,
He gave me a look,
A look of disgust,
Now I’m scared, pale and sick,
Just wondering,
What will happen next?
Will he tell, make my life a misery,
Or will he keep it to himself,
I’ll never be able to look at him straight,
Until I found out, he did it himself,
But there’s still one question,
Will he tell, or will he not,
This thought will plague my mind,
Till the day that I die.
