Guilt

What is it about us that make us so vain?

Vain enough to lie and cheat

The force driven into you, guiding you

And I never really knew what I said

It all came out, quick and decisively cruel

Like my mind had a mouth of its own.

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It truly is odd how much anger we hold

And how we choose to present it, if we dare

But locked inside, it gathers and twists

Sending pain and memory through the veins

And it gets so bad that you fight against yourself

Between what is right and what we must do.

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So is it really that terrible?

We all lie and cheat sometime

So much that it all becomes clear:

Why? Why must we be deceitful?

The world is only deceitful, nothing more

Truth is blanketed by a misty fog

That everything that is spoken or shown becomes real

And it all started because we lie and cheat

And feel no pain.