Confiteor

I confess to almighty God

and to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned,

in my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done and in what I have failed to do,

through my fault, through my fault,

through my most grievous fault;

therefore I ask you, my brothers and sisters,

to pray for me to the Lord our God.

I am a wanderer.

I cannot find rest, and yet, I cannot wake.

I can be happy, but then I am hurt.

I do nothing, but dream I do everything,

And cannot face the reality when it stares me in the face.

I love it when you succeed and when you fail.

I want nothing to change,

And I won’t change myself.

I am angry more than merciful,

I am despiteful more than content.

These things I confess to you;

I want so badly to get my head out of the clouds.