My Shame Is More Than I Can Bear

Sometimes I sit in the dark and trembled

worried my sin will be discovered

I know it is only a question of time,

how will I bear the horror

once the truth is known?

 

Will they curse me for my evil ways?

Can I expect them to ever understand?

Still I linger in my addiction

each day grateful it remains unknown

when I go to the gym

and the trainer asks what I drink,

“just water is what I reply.”

 

Always careful to never let them detect

my hopeless state of obsession,

after leaving stopping to get my fix

of diet coke from the Seven Eleven.

 

Oh I vow someday I’ll confess my wrong

take up bottle water instead,

until then I continue living  deception

sure glad my nectar

doesn’t give me caffeine breath.

 

Nearly got caught the other day

another member of the gym

came in to store when I was there,

ended up buying a bottle water to look good

before driving down the street

for my real drink.

 

Wow I am wretched soul

with unclean lips

mercifully my juice leaves no stain

except upon my conscience.