A CONFESSION TODAY
As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination running wild,
Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a young age.
As my father died then much anger grew inside,
A slow process as I was shy, not really did I seem to cry.
Now a lost boy inside, kept it to myself as I played each day,
My teen years were without a father or parent who appeared invisible.
This is my view and what I believe, others may disagree but I am me,
I was never one who wanted to hurt people or animals, out of control.
I was never a bad person but did things that I would regret in many ways,
Decisions and choices would haunt to this day, some would give a change.
There are those that can not be fixed, I can mend others day by day,
A confession today, from a man who was never perfect in any way.