Confessions

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These are the confessions, the secrets that I keep.

The things that prevent me from going to sleep.

The things that I've done that shame me so

The things from my past, from my ultimate low

I cheated on a test that determined my life

I sliced my skin open with a kitchen knife

I said I loved you when I loved another

The boy I loved was your older brother

I was raped, but I didn't tell a soul

I cry at night because I am no longer whole.

I might be pregnant with a bastard child

This hatred I feel is driving me wild

I smoke and drink to erase this mistake

I wish someone could just shake me awake

My belly is growing, soon my parents will know

That something is wrong, I'll have to put on a show.

So I keep these thoughts locked to myself

In my brain on the bottom right shelf

To keep my life some what sane

So I can appear as a plain Jane

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