The Long Con

The long con.

They all thought I was doing great,

but the truth was I was not.

I wore a mask to look put together,

but it tore me apart.

It was shame.

So now I say that shame is a con man.

I convict shame,

because it illegally became my dictator,

and I evict shame,

because it illegally made its home in me.

My battle is won, but my brothers' is not.

We're fighting for souls,

because the battle

isn't with the brother,

but with his captor.