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There is a certain thing which I have come to know of you
A thing that I do not wish to think of
A thing which I disregard and hide from my mental view
Hide in the dusty corners of my mind - for it is too hideous to dwell on

Denial
I choose to give you the benefit of the doubt
After the conversations we've had... there is no way wisdom would fail you!
Not you - One who has seen first hand, the unworthiness of such men

Second hand
And not even with such surety as to condemn one
I tell myself, "Tis my minds wild imaginative fears and not fact!"
For it would have been a betrayal to you and I both, and thus nonsensical.

But to say people never do nonsensical things would be ludicrous...
And my hints of the thing brings great un-easyness to your eyes
Hints so blatant at times, that they may be mistaken as statements rather than suggestions
And yet you make no move to defend...
You make no move to reassure me.

So it has come with time that my fear of the thing has grown
It's confirmation in my mind more set with each day of silence concerning it
For I have not the courage or strength to ask of the thing outright
In fear of its terrible confirmation