A CONFESSION TODAY
As a child I was a dreamer, my imagination
Life was somewhat of a fairy tale, I awoke at a
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.