I must confess I was poorly made
I'm vulnerable yet strong
Cut easily from the blade
My skin is thick yet delicate to the touch
My mind is focus yet wanders too much
My hearing is excellent yet selective
My voice bold yet whispers when expected
My nerves shatter every once and a while
Yet I'm not ready for that funeral pile
My heart still beats awake or asleep
I hold dearly the dreams I seek
These are my confession I say to you