As the sun is setting on this fragment of a day,
I feel that ping of the guilt in my soul,
For I have not been truthful to who I truly am.

I hid like a zebra being hunted by a ferocious lion,
Hoping the tall reeds will blanket my soul,
And hide my secrets from revealing themselves.

This guilt throbs in the underbelly of my being,
You have never done me wrong,
You do not deserve a child like this.

One day my true being will be revealed,
I fear when that day comes you will not want me,
For I have deceived you for so long.

The life you gave me no longer wants to thrive,
For I have become the criminal in the story I wrote,
Yet you still see me as the pure soul I once was.

As this sun sets I will come clean,
Trying to hold back my tears,
I will tell of my truest sins.