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.