Brutal Honesty

Brutal honesty I dared myself to write, so without hesitation writing brutally honest I begin. Demons control the facade of angels that surround me, I'm loved, though demented. Webs of deceit control the strands of truth I spin, sober under the constant influence of drugs. Justifying sin with the temptation of forgiveness, because only My God not yours, can judge. So vengeance erupts forth with haste, though your God forgives, mine allows to seek revenge. So within no future ado allow me to introduce, my new poem, "Who I really am". A force, a disciple, a testimony of hardships, a story needing to be told. A convict, an addict, a prisoner by law, a tainted and unsaved soul. Manipulator, manipulating my manic depression as an excuse to continue my sin. Cheater, liar, thief, praying wrongfully that some others life may come to an abrupt end. Evil intentions intended on indicting others sickness to hide my own sickness within. Plotting revenge on enemy's, not accepting apologies, refusing to forgive and forget. Brutally honest I dared myself to write, but now with hesitation I allow these words to be revealed. Yet it is up to you to believe these words are honest, or am I using them to keep my secrets concealed.