When you enter your personal hell of shame and guilt,

you can stand in front of the eye and look down to your feet.

Be humble, O’fellow man! Your words of falsehoods at a tilt,

and the truth spears through, taking no defeat.

So say aloud your sins, come clean and absolve yourself!

Come and free yourself, why shackle yourself to such a feeling?

A confession halves the sin for the one awaiting to...

I hope my soul lets yours know no peace.

To your demands and pleas, I’ll never appease.

For my illness, no cure nor panacea be pieced.

I hope you ponder how I’d be pleased,

but I’d never let you to my joy a piece.

My cruelty and mischief never be policed,

My attention, your looks have never piqued.

May words of brutatlity sooner or later peak,

so you leave, without a glance back or peek....

I pull hard on my suitcase,

filled with all my belongings.

It seems that I carry myself with grace,

that I am ready for all the new beginnings.

Then I notice my sleeve is too short,

and the darkened bruise on my knee.

Goodbye to my home, my room, my fort!

All my memories and dreams leave with me.

One hand heavy with the desire to be free,

and the other craves to grab onto my safety.

I ignore the...