Conscience
My conscience eats at me
makes me what to bang my head into a tree
Silent once
Then can't shut up
Telling me good or wrong
When half the time it's not right all along
Wish it would stay
Wish it would leave
I sometimes where it on my sleeve
Breathing doubt down my neck
Then questions why i say "what the heck!"
Should I?
Or should i not?
It can't even give me full thought
It questions and answers in riddle
But never straight out
My conscience eats at me
Makes me what to bang my head into a tree
That's who you are
The puzzle in the stars
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