CONFESSION ROOM

The life I live, living life
Sometimes it’s one big lie
“Good morning”and “I am fine”
How easily these lies fly

I would love to scream my truth
In the faces of strangers
But I smile and change my words
Stand firm like power rangers

I’ve glued the truth with some lies
Like “it is well, my brother.”
Oops! I’m supposed to have faith
The life I live, living life.

Vera