I’ve done my wrongs
No one sees or at least bothers to look
I know there are some that wonder 
why confess about something you get away with
There are many answers to this question
I’m tired
Tired of carrying the burdens of my wrongs
Crying at night as the walls close in on my mind
One thing my sins have taught me is we are all judged
One day I’ll turn to ash and face the only one 
who has any right to judge me
No one knows who I am really am
They only see what I allow
They don’t want to know the sins that haunt me at night
I’ve been so afraid of anyone finding out who I am
But I can no longer carry my burden
My sins will shock some
While disgust others
Only the twisted will find them pleasant
They could cause the nightmares that I’ve been plagued with
I am no longer ashamed about who or what I am
Many would be ashamed enough for me
I’m not evil, sick, or twisted
Just what God made me
In this vow I promise to release
Confessions of a Sinner