You Know Who You Are

You Know Who You Are. I read you the truth and you backed away Your rose-tinted glasses went back to the day They edged out, all that pain and hurt Made you feel better, dredged up no dirt You read what I wrote, and it really choked All of the memories those words evoked Hard to recall when you're wrong Hard to accept your acrid pong You became irate and denied all said You were perfect, good, I am misled But deep down, a churning doubt You know the truth now that it’s out So, no crime committed, no harm done Your conscience is clear, all harmless fun But somewhere hidden scratches a claw Jogs your memory, sticks in your craw. You know who you are. David Cox 06/01/21