Confessions

Brooding stares all around
I'm thriving in the bowl
under watchful caring eyes
I'm strong, composed

Living to the fullest?
envying only a few...
braking the mold,right
you've got it misconstrued

This Is My Confession

When the spotlights gone
The dark frees me
ending my blissful day
now, for my routine....

the scars come back
the darkness enters
confusion sets in
no balance, off centered

this is what i truly am
nothing to stare at anymore
miss - representation
crying on the bedroom floor

only agony resides here
there is a reason of course
but It doesn't matter
no hint of remorse

each day plays out
as if i'm running lines
playing the perfect angel
when quickly undermined

This is me....

This is my confession