Who Am I To You?
Poem By Gert Spruyt
For three days and nights I wept
Hoping that my secret would be kept
A secret so wicked and vile
That everyone would gawk in denial
But as my time on this earth goes on
They will come to realize what I have done
As I lie here, scared of everyone,
my family too
I wonder, my love, who am I to you?