A poem I just thought of, a topic everyone knows so well...enjoy...

Guilt

There is something

tugging at my heart strings

prodding at my conscious

and bristling angrily at my ignorance

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It does not only gnaw at me on the inside

it flickers across my face

family and friends worry

what has me troubled so?

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The thing laughs at me cruelly

it is tearing me in two

why is something so simple

torturing me so much?

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My words come out broken

my own thoughts are strangers

I am still alive

but not for long

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Soon I must admit its name

or admit defeat

but am I strong enough to face this?

or am I going to twist it around once again?

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No

this time I shall not tell

a lie but

a truth

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Lying is my problem

Guilt is my purser

But the truth

The truth is what will set me free

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OK ok i know the last line is cliche and everything but it sounded better than the rest of the things i was considering putting in there...i would really appreciate a review on this and as you know i return them...

FYI: i don't lie ( for those of you who were wondering) this was just a poem