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 
 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.
                     Keith Garrett