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