I admit, I am guilty.
Guilty of keeping quiet
When I should have spoken.
Guilty of raising my voice
When others remained quiet.
Guilty of allowing my feelings
To get the better of me.
Guilty of standing out
When I could have merged.
Guilty of being honest
When honesty was question-marked.
Guilty I am, your honour,
Of being true to myself.
If that makes me criminal
Then criminal, I am.
I am me and can’t be you
That is the eternal truth
And however much anyone tries
It just refuses to be altered.
paeansunpluggedblog 
It seems u ve voiced my feelings
LikeLike