Poem ©
Why are you ashamed of me?
I'm part of you, you made me.
You spill your soul on my shoulder at night,
And in the morning you rip me apart.
I know your secrets. I know your lies.
I am your truest friend and you burn me down.
I'm there for you. I listen. I care!
And when the pain is over you throw me away.
You crossed me over hundreds of times,
When someone sees me you tell them I'm lies.
Why are you ashamed of me,
I'm part of you, you made me.
