It would be easy
hoping the words I wish to speak
find you in other indirect ways

But alast
only the truth comes out
years later on my silence
on why topics are limited

I cater to you
I've always catered to someone
its what I'm suppose to do
right?

Because my voice is small
because my thoughts and just second thoughts
because my wants, come second?

To be honest
I don't know which is worse
believing I could muster up a lie
or that this time

I'm the one who fell first?