Obligation

So difficult to live a double life, and never truly exonerate the past
So many things I have missed and so many things I’ve gained
Yet it haunts me, and at times I am ashamed
Not able to truly commit to a life
Simply put… it has caused me strife
Choices made with one foot in
Realizing the struggle within
Unable to give to the people that have loved me
My world, a work in progress, yet I cannot see
See that I have let so many down
My inability to trust, my temporary nature, a detriment, I may as well drown
Knowing the cause offers no relief
It simply and succinctly creates a path of grief
I promise there will be a time I make amends
I hope in the end, those I have “infected” we can be friends