Shame and fear,

has led me here.

too ashamed to tell,

the judgement is hell,

what kind of man will I become?

If I had no control to run?

Even on a good day it follows me around,

whether it is an image or a sound,

isolation is found,

i'm running in circles,

returning to the start,

just another weak part,

I'm sorry this had to be,

another sad poem for you to see,

but I promise I will grow,

into a happier person for you to know,

as someone who survived,

6 years disguised

The End

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