My closet (rough draft)

Scared of my own truth
Dismayed at who I have become
Ashamed I have let it go on so long
Terrified of what else will go wrong

All my Skeletons are adding up
So many in my hidden closet
That I can't even get the door shut

As they burst out
I have no other options
It is time to come clean
And share with the word all my problems

I am a liar and a thief
I have broken so many hearts
Especially in  my own family
Caused them so much grief

I am an addict and a user
I've tried reaching out
I do want to change
But just when I think I have a chance
I stumble and crumble back into it again
I get high and with a fleeting glance
I throw my sobriety into a trash can

I am a victim of sexual abuse
While they got their rocks off
My purity and self worth left my body
I don't think I can change
It seems like there is no use