"coward" slips through your furrowed lips,
dripping with disdain.
I don't blame,
you for it.
It stings still,
the way only truth can.
It clings to my mucked-up mind,
filthy with guilt and shame.
Again, I don't blame,
you for it.
Did Mr. Hyde face the consequences of Dr. Jekyll?
I'm Mr. Hide.
Can't two face, my mistakes.