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, how easy it is to let them Win, to let them possess me and Yank on my strings, let them brandish Steel at my bare skin and draw blood. I confess that they can dwarf the earth Around me, and make me believe That the shadows that roam are Not foes, but allies in the darkness. I confess, here to you, a weakness That imprisons my mind, claws at my Heart, consumes me like a plague And leaves nothing but despair its wake.