elmomiller

When I do something bad, Or is mad, At something I shouldn't be, It makes me feel guilty. I can feel it seeping in, Tiny and thin. But once it's inside, It's not just something that hides. It eats at my brain, Causes torture and pain. As I can feel my insides being ripped apart, I can feel it creeping closer to my heart. Pressure is all I get. Making it impossible to forget, That one bad thing. I start to give in. Guilt is a disease to me. Promising to never let me free. Its eating all the energy out of me, Vision blurry; Hard to see. Headache and hurt, Deafening alert. But you would think that I would learn, That I wou