The box held a secret, a black growing sin.
Let out from the effort of letting them in.
It sat in the corner and hid behind eyes,
And grew from the panic of unconstrained lies.
I watched through a shard of my one way glass,
As you stumbled and stuttered trying to pass.
Every breath that you took you were trying to be,
I mused to myself, don't you think I can see?
I gave wait to the truth, to just be a friend,
I got kicked in the gut, when it came to the end.
Walking away, I wish you the best,
Knowing in life that this was a test.
The truth it does matter to people like me,
But I've never stopped seeing the best you can be.

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