Riddling Confession

Riddling Confession

I always have to be ashamed
Of all the things I do.
These hands have done some horrid things.
Not just to me, but you.

I’m trying to correct this mess
But it’s harder than it looks.
I’m under a whole lot of stress,
Locked away inside these books.

Some days it seems you love me,
And other days it’s hate.
But the latter comes more often now,
Soon it’ll be too late.

Your words are digging deeper,
Akin to this riddling knife.
Help me find out who I am
Before you end my life.