Hiding in those secret places.
Confessions are things that are driven to the secret part of your mind,
shielded and guarded to protect you from exposure or admission,
are what I call your confessions.
There are a lot of unsavory things that you have done in your past, but
the worst part is that the real damage was done to you. Some where
along the way in your past, you’ve become twisted and your views have
become disturbingly distorted.
You have taken a walk on the wild side many times before, where you’d
listened to the nonsense within your head. You couldn’t and didn’t make
good judgment calls on the actions that you took.
Experimenting with drugs and sexual eccentrics while enjoying what you
knew was unconventional, and at a great expense to your life, health and
freedom.
Caught up in the trappings of thinking that today you’ll change, yet
continued within the walls of madness that wouldn’t allow you to believe
that things could get better so you continued on in secrecy.
How many times have you had unprotected sex with someone else’s
partner? Or having foreplay and intimate encounters without penetration,
with someone you knew was off-limit?
What hell hole did you crawl out of when in your drug-induced state of
paranoia, you found yourself around strangers that you didn’t even
know? You’re thirsting for another hit, hoping and trusting them to
provide a small piece of illusion for a price. Now your body becomes the
bargaining chip.
How many times did you go out with losers, to get them to furnish food
in the fridge because your pockets were empty? Having dinner dates and
pretending that you couldn’t finish your meal, so you could get a doggy-
bag to take your leftovers home with you?
Difficult times will make you do unpleasant things. Aren’t you the one
who chose to have sex with a sheep because you were located in a rural
community and all alone? Has your mind taken a detour into moral
corruption? Your life has been ruined because of gang rape. So that now
you can’t achieve gratification any longer. So you’re on public display
having sex with a mule for a price, becoming a secret attraction on the
Mexican circuit.
Confessions are hard to admit when you molest your own children,
and they are frightened and threatened to keep your ugly dark secret.
Interacting with other people with a smile but there is a dark side. Do
you let newcomers know that you’re a rapist and a pedophile? Do you
fake a normal existence because your confession would place you
behind bars?
How many people are missing because of you because you’re a sick
depraved lunatic that gets off on killing prostitutes because your mother
was a drunken whore?
Confessions can be harmful to others if not exposed, there are many
scandalous individuals having unprotected sex. Knowing they have the
AIDS virus or maybe Herpes infection but their goal is to make everyone
infected because of their anger of having this STD (sexually transmitted
disease).
This confession needs to come out but your lips are shut tight.
We all have some confessions what’s yours?
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