Guilt
it's just the guilt of being me
that makes the light too dim to see,
that stands in the way of being free.
that little spot that disagrees
and brings me down on my knees
is the same spot that begs and pleads
for someone to pick up my apologies.
the shadows in my eyes won't let me hide
from the people i love so very dearly.
my silence will show and distance will grow
when i know they're seeing me clearly.
viewing the world from a nosebleed seat
because gutting guilt isn't discreet
and it gets heavier with each person i meet.
sweet and kind with an unsolved mind
designed to dismantle every thought
good or bad
glad or sad
till nothing means anything anymore.
the guilt trips me up and i'm sorry.
i know it's getting repetitive but i'm sorry.
i don't mean to be so gloomy
and i'm hoping you see through me
because i just need someone to tell me
not everything is my fault.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2017
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