Poem by Andrew Mitchell

As I hang myself out to dry,

I look at what has covered me for so long.

Coloured layers of illusion.

In the guise of me!

As I bring them into the light,

the tragedy begins to unfold,

All these years have been wasted

On lies I myself have told.

Now as life would have it,

the rain begins to fall.

I realize for the first time,

It’s not that bad at all.