Propriety takes Precedence

The riddles of my mind,

Cannot be easily defined,


I've tried to hold back,

But they've been talking too much smack,


I can feel the icy stares,

And don't appreciate the way you glare,


Everyday hidden behind lies,

The family was glad to have their surmise,


This is no longer fact,

It was the fear of being attacked,


Now my secret is known, 

And I'll never have to be alone.





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