Self-Revelation

The faster he went, the harder I fell.

As my voice was taken, I could no longer tell.

As time went on, and the sun passed by

Who was I to be the one to deny?

I don’t like what he did;

It was completely off the grid.

It was no use.

All of it was an excuse,

For him, just a ruse.

But now I ask you,

Are you sorry for what you did,

or are you sorry that I found out?