Zywa
The drama
What I secretly do
but not hidden
from myself, the truth
that I do not want to know
yet sometimes see
in the questioning eyes
of others, surprised
or hurt, on the border
of judgment on me
is the truth in the eyes
of my conscience that examines me
I sweat, it's a purgatory
and as long as it lasts, it is
hell: I am not
just myself
but one of the others
That's the drama
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