Romero Brown #00743380

My Confession

It’s time I open up, there’s no reason to hide
My pain runs deep because I’m hurting inside
Growing up I thought it was normal to be broke
But that didn’t stop my mom from doing dope
If she couldn’t get it then my butt she’d beat
I was 12 years old, she put me out on the street
I turned into a thief, “Why” you’ll see
Thinking if I support her habit, she’d love me
Over time I learned love can’t be bought
I couldn’t help wondering “Is this my fault”
If it wasn’t then why did God pick me
To live in depression and such misery
Now let’s move forward take a trip with me
To a dark place that appears to be my destiny
Trapped in a prison where nothing seems real
Been here over 20 years, imagine how I feel
My best friend hung himself from a shelf
I’ve thought about doing the same thing myself
Like a bird in a cage that just wants to be free
Anything is better than this if you ask me
I’m still yearning for what I didn’t have as a child
Someone to love me and make me feel alive
I’d give anything to have that kind of blessing
If I’m lucky that someone will come after reading my confession.

Contact me if you’re interested in reading more of my poetry or if you’re looking for a new friend. I’m willing to write anyone.