You asked me if I wanted to know the worst thing you've ever done,
and I told you that
yes, I'd like to know,
if you're willing to tell.

So you told.
I feel guilty because
the whole time you
were talking
I couldn't help but
wonder
what's so bad?

I'm sorry; I've been
hiding
something from you all this time.
I trust you
but I don't trust myself.

You asked when had I lied to you?
when you read my poem but
that's okay - I didn't lie to you
I lied to him.

It might as well be the same because
lying to him is like lying to you
in a way.

I'm sorry that I'm not ready
to tell you what I want to say so badly
but the words just don't come out
and I'm so afraid
that if you knew
then you'd also realize what
my hidden life is really like.

I'm so afraid that if you knew
then you'd also know that
my insecurities
are too much to handle
and I really don't have any self-control.

I'm so afraid that if you knew
then you'd know the real me
and you'd be disgusted by me
and you'd realize that
things are not what they seem.

I'm so sorry, Cassie...
I wish I could tell you,
but I just can't.

I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.