Taylor Chan

You donít know me

You thought I lived a double life

Behind secrets that built over time.

Crouching behind a mask

Of carefully woven lies.


You hurled crazed accusations,

I told you the truth-

  It hurt you.

And yet, I am sorry.


A surge of guilt filled my chest-

You, who gave me life,

Never knew what was real.

 And for that, I am sorry.


You still don’t know me

You still can’t see the truth

Still, you don’t believe

And yet, I am sorry.




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