The prison in which I am a prisoner,
is not of iron bars.
Its my emotions and feelings that kept me captive there.
Your memory is a sadist, who inflicts pain in heart.
A guilt free sorry is not what I want.
I have queries to make but tired of hearing sham answers.
Fake promises and honey traps!
Can you give me a reason for that?
The truth can be bitter but better than your fraudulent acts.