Guilt

Don’t try to deny
what’s destined to be.

Avoiding the mirror won’t erase the truth
written all over your face.

The red on your hands shows through
the gloves you wear
like ink.
Or blood.

Your poker face is strong,
but we all know you’re bluffing.

Distort as a last resort.
Lie through your teeth
until they all fall out.

You can hide but you can’t run
for the past always catches up in time.