I do wonder what they would say

I do wonder what they would say.

Would I see shock, disbelief,

perhaps a healthy dose of disgust?

Would they ask with a nervous laugh,

you're just pullin our legs right?

I see myself impassive as always

torn apart inside.

I hear the dramatics and the anger.

And whom exactly have I failed?

I do wonder.

But as I sit here my mechanical pencil grows slick in my hand.

(nerves always do get the best).

No my confession will wait one