I'm in trouble,
I've made a huge mess.
I've got to start talking,
I have to confess.
Yes, it was all me,
And I am ashamed.
I did it all,
I am to be blamed.
The fault is mine,
Yes, I was wrong.
At least now I told you,
So let's try to move on.
But now, thinking about it,
Not only am I in trouble,
But in fact,
I am the trouble.
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
