I confess, sometimes my mind
Is a poison, like a snake that
Twists in a snare, hissing and
Spitting that cruel, cutting venom.
I confess, that sometimes the
Thoughts pull me under, like a
Hungry tide, and I admit,
sometimes I forget how to swim.
I confess, that I often lose my
Way, and I hurt the ones that
I love, because the fire inside me
Scorches those that come too close.
I confess, ho...