It Is Too Late

Knives
Piercing into my heart
I feel as fragile
As a shard of glass

I cannot escape
The darkness that has engulfed me
My fears are changing shape
And the bondage of my sin
Is the cause of my misery

If a rose's petals have fallen
Is it not still a rose?
Is it not still, in all its parts
The very embodiment of a rose?

If a mirror has been broken
Into a thousand shards of glass
Are the shards no longer tokens
Of the mirror that once reflected stars?

If a man was a criminal
No matter how hard he works
To fit into society
Was he not still a criminal at first?

So how can you say
My sin is not a sin
When what I have done
Has almost caused the death of my kin?

So how can you say
That it is not my fault
What do you know
Of this pain that feels like I have been shot?

Do you think my problem is simply solved
By telling it to them
Do you think that by doing so
You are a light unto my lamp?

Do you not see
How foolish your doings are
I know your good intentions,
But your actions make you stupidest of all so far

It is purely my fault -
I have caused this misery
It would be absurd to tell
If I had kept it under wraps
For close to half a century

I do not want to disappoint
I do not want to let them down
For it is now too late
The damage has been done.