I had nothing to confess

I had nothing to confess

first time I met the priest

nor did I have anything to rant about

the next time

except

I was still shaking the crib

that imprisoned me.

Those were the days full of rage

guess nothing really changes

for I still release into the unknown

the torture of childhood

guess that’s the latest thing.

Some label it… I Survived

others hold it inside

don’t matter what you choose

the past is

a disease.

I had nothing to confess

just one question

when does this end?