Tomorrow

So many things to tell him,

but how to make him see,

the truth about

everything.

I’m holding back.

I’m hiding.

From the consequences that will come

Now or later,

I can’t decide.

Why can’t I just say it?

What am I more afraid of?

I can’t decide.

This poem is open to interpretation. No reposting wihtout crediting please.

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