When it comes to admitting my own negligence,
I am the worst.
Instead of looking at Truth in the eye
I instantly turn on my bullshit factory
and churn out elaborately worded excuses,
words laced with panicked desperation
because I want to be seen as a mature adult
competent, dependable, perfect,
my own frailty.
I stared at my negligence
and for the first time
a complete blank took place
I looked towards my bullshit factory
but the factory didn’t turn itself on
I then looked up to Truth
shrugged with a wiry grin on my face
and simply uttered:
“You got me”.
“I just didn’t do it