Hadda, Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

— body language by Weddie Thiên  —​

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Shoulda—what a sham it is.

Bold-faced lies about what is.

Lies I tell without disgrace,

Just to save my paper face.

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Coulda—if I only had.

Now in penance, I stay sad.

Looking good or I might die—

My goodness lives in your eyes.

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Worry not that I’ll forget;

I’ve adopted your mindset.

Underneath your constant gaze,

Shoulda haunts my endless days.

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Deep beneath, I know I’m bad.

That’s why that I’ve been had.

There’s no out of this quagmire—

I’m condemned to be a liar.

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The more I did-a what I shoulda,

The more I knew I never coulda.

The more I tried to be that guy,

Another part of me just died.

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So honor me—it's only fair.

I bore the weight so you would care.

I’ve shoulda’d hard through all my life—

A Purple Heart for all my strife.