Confessions of a Sinner

by M. H.

Iíve 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
Iím 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 Iíll 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 donít want to know the sins that haunt me at night
Iíve 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 Iíve been plagued with
I am no longer ashamed about who or what I am
Many would be ashamed enough for me
Iím not evil, sick, or twisted
Just what God made me
In this vow I promise to release
Confessions of a Sinner

Confessions of a Sinner by M. H.

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