Confession is scary;

It’s too glamorized,

By those who are brave enough,

Reactions seem worse;

Not all arms spread out lovingly,

Not all hands comfort jitters,

The aftermath seems troubling,

To those left to fend in this world-

I’ve heard horror stories,

Where religion and hate controls,

Snatches the glasses off of eyes,

Makes people despise things through blur,

Makes them think they’re nothing more,

Than a sinful bug beneath their feet,

A loved one they can’t see, defeat,

Certainty of this burns,

My bravery sits itself in an urn;

I’ll keep pushing my time back,

I’ll stay locked in this closet,

And watch everyone leave it,

As I confess to myself that confession is scary.