It’s nobody’s business but mine.
I’ll go to my grave with this secret
and even with truth serum,
with torture, with pleading,
with sleep deprivation,
you can’t make me tell.
That includes your silly Steps.
“Admitted to God, to ourselves,
and to another human being
the exact nature of our wrongs.”
I assure you, I’ve sinned,
I’ve fucked up, I’ve failed miserably…
any words you want to use
to explain what a humongous mess
my life has become
because of my stupidity,
but that’s enough. God knows,
I know, and NOBODY else needs to.
It’s nobody’s business but mind.

I can’t get clean, can’t break the pull.
What can be wrong with me?
I’ve worked the Steps, done everything.
Well, almost everything.