Guilty Conscious
Its a bad feeling,
you all know it is.
Sneaking behind your parents back,
or whatever it is.
It hangs over your shoulder,
getting heavier and heavier.
Weighing you down,
till you think should of told her
Makes you paranoid,
when he looks at you that way.
You think "he knows",
and now I'll have to pay.
The tightening in your gut,
your twitching eye.
Will the feeling ever end?
Or go on till i die?
Copyright © Renee Toubes-Stinnett | Year Posted 2008
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