You ask
I answer
Honestly
Without hesitation
No remorse
You sigh
With such mournfulness
-that I shudder at the intentions
How am I guilty
Why am I guilty
For something, I did not cause
Should I have let the whispers spread
Let them talk
To tarnish you
Only for you to return
With the realization of the truth
Yes the truth hurts
But would you rather be lied to?