thanx. Here's another.

Well, I guess it was time to admit it.
Time let the cat out of the bag.
I held it in for so long,
for so many years.

I knew he'd take it hard.
I knew he'd yell at me.
Trash things about,
and do as teens do.

I should've told him sooner.
Maybe then he wouldn't have suffered so much
Maybe he wouldn't have been tempted
to go there last night

I hope he'll forgive me.
Hope he'll stay strong.
If he doesn't trust me.
who can he trust?

His parents are gone,
godfather too.
The closest people to him,
are now lost and dead.

Didn't rhyme, but poems don't have to. What do you think?