17 October 2012
She looks at the ground,
Twiddles her thumbs,
Focusing on then,
On what she had done,
She thinks about now,
On what she will say,
She takes her time,
Though its ticking away,
Her head is full,
Emotions swirl,
Anger, regret,
That poor little girl,
She try's to speak,
Her words can't come out,
She stutters and stammers,
As they fall to the ground,
Fragmented and lost,
Clumsily formed,
Her speech useless,
She sits there forlorn,
Teary eyed,
She looks up at you,
She makes her confession,
Every word true.
Confession • Opuss № I