#Poser (Hashtag, #5)

I am a man who had nothing, but found everything.

I'll never go back to nothing ever again.

I vowed to protect her, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

The pictures I stumbled upon haunt me still, the secret I shoulder is heavy.

They say secrets put distance between two people, but the truth is far more destructive than keeping it will ever be.

I won't ever tell. She can't ever know.

When I look in the mirror my reflection is of who I'm afraid I'll become and not the man I am.

It makes me feel like a poser, no better than all the others pretending to be exactly who they aren't.

How does a man keep it together when everything is unraveling right here in his hands?

I didn't start any of this.

I never asked for it.

But it came knocking at my door.

When secrets and threats knock, I don't hide.

I open the door.

Because the best way to take down a poser is to be one.