This is me.
Why am I ashamed of it?
This is me.
Why do I fear it?
This is me.
Why should I hide it?
But, this is me, I will no longer be ashamed.
No longer be afraid,
Nor, hide it.
I have always been this way.
I have always coward.
I have always been afraid.
But,
Not today,
With the courage of a drunken fool,
I admit heavenly sin.
Admit to a midnight weakness.
Then, with a new days light,
I bury this
And I am afraid,
Ashamed.