Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the guiltiest of them all?
The funny thing about guilt is that it eats you away. There's nothing worse than living with a stained conscious. It's impossible to keep in. It gets to your head, it controls you. It turns you into a completely different person. You're powerless against it.
So the question is simple: who's the guiltiest of them all? Who did it? Who's living with a stained conscious? Who's powerful enough to keep a straight face and pretend like everything's okay?
I admire those who can push guilt away. I admire you if you can go with your day and force your guilt down. You're stronger than most.
You're stronger than me, that's for sure. If I was guilty, I'd confess in a heartbeat. I can't keep secrets. It eats me away. Guilt is stronger than me. It controls me - more than greed, more than selfishness, more than anything else. It's guilt that's my all-powerful master.
And sometimes, that's the most helpful thing in the world.
Other times, it's not.
