A room of naked people by Mib

So I had a problem with my glass,
it was deep rooted professionals blamed it on my history...
friends claiming that 'this too shall pass,'
as they look away and forgot about my story.
I must've been one of the lucky ones because i bumped into a number
for this room that offers help to people like me,
the name escapes my mind everytime i try to remember,
but i took the first step and decided to go see.
It was a big room with eight seats but only seven people,
smiling gently to give me a warm welcome
painted on their faces facade that they were happy and simple,
they made me feel at home.

And then...

One by one they introduced themselves and started stripping,
giving out details about their lives and others,
I couldn't believe what was happening
these were established people some were mothers and fathers.
A beautiful lady slept with strangers,
an old man beat his wife,
a teenager spent a day with people who were dangerous,
a lawyer threw away his life.
Then it was my turn,
everybody's eyes cut deep into my heart,
they had stripped to their souls
it was time to tell the truth and face the heat.

'Hi my name is Msizi and I'm an alcoholic...'
I was a bit ashamed sticking out like a pimple,
Took off all the layers of pain and it was hectic.
Then i was free in the room of naked people...