I had never admitted
All the lies I told
You, my son for so long
That it did not matter, what
You said, or did
It actually mattered a lot,
Always did. So deeply it did
That I now keep a diary of
All the days and nights
I hid
My tears from you
But not from your mother
Who still wonders why things
Small and big
Make me cry,
Just does not know, still
Why