The Good Guy
The Good Guy
Wonder why I never spoke?
Of the fears I suffered
Within me sealed and covered
Borne out of insecurities
Child born out of wedlock
Life shrouded in a cloak
What was my fault?
I never asked to be born
Life pages seemed torn
Searching for the man
Who abandoned my mother
And me by default
I feared more and more
If he got to know
If his parents said no
To our marriage plans
Under consideration
I knew would create a furore
But how could I live with this lie?
So I confessed to him
One day on a whim
I know not who my father is
He never battered even an eyelid
Married me; the good guy.