You Confessed..To Me..

I cannot begin to described all the things you confessed to me what your dad did to you how he went away with another mum. You with only mum her drinking the crazy things she does leaving you locked in your room only jars to pee in I know it was awkward jars with small tops..sorry... You and your strange brother his goat you told me about you need to tell some one other than me.. You not even...well...and nine mothers..your real mum///a prostitute having to by force become addicted to heroin to do the things to keep a dream that was never alive except when it was you she had so long ago.. You your friends mother..ashamed being not a she and having to endure it afraid your friends will find out a diffrent kind of pride one never mentioned You all of you and the others your confessions brought to light some of which some small comfort in knowing we know now you know your confessions can and do make you free to...tell...me the rest..of your stories....unashamed.. maybe not proud..yet a voice..that hears in the dark...