What Have You Done
You think about it and it does not go away.
You think about it when you talk and when you play.
You think about it everyday.
You think about it at night when you try to sleep and there you weep under the sheets.
What is torturing you?
What is making you cry?
What is making your soul so low you think your about to die?
What have you done?
Thank about it.
...................Done?
Ok then, what have you done?
I'm not torturing you for the fun.
You must have done something wrong and not right because your heart is filled with fright.
I guess you want to know who I am.
I am the little voice inside your head.
I am your conscience telling you what you did was wrong.
So confess your sins no matter what they may be, and always remember the truth will set you free.
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