Guilt is like a never-ending monologue,
But you're talking to yourself.
Guilt is like a book of blank pages,
Silent on the shelf.
Guilt is like a stream of tears,
Falling silently down your face.
But when someone gets too close,
They tend to vanish without a trace.
Guilt is like a silent shame,
It plagues your very soul.
Waiting like an hourglass,
It slowly takes its toll.
Guilt is like a signature,
Neatly written in ink.
Signing yourself up for pain,
Before you even think.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
