Down the murky lane
I could feel the anger drain
A sense of relief immersed
It looked like I had been cursed
A string of mistakes that I commit
From time to time, I admit
If not perfect, I could reflect
Try to spot the wicked defect
Confusion drapes my filthy soul
Fear and insecurity have taken a toll
Fighting back seems a sturdy task
A little bit of help, I refuse to ask
Burying the dirt and muck into the ground
In a place that I wish cannot be found
With all this said and nothing done
Live my life and trust none.