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Guilt
Guilt has a face entirely of its own.
Still, it weaves into others,
glaring back through their eyes,
their voice,
their stance.
Guilt is resting, proud and yet still ashamed.
It burns itself into the mind of the mirror,
a stranger it makes of those who do wrong.
I felt its strange grasp as you spoke to me.
Guilt is not a liar, it gives itself away.
Look closely enough,
and I promise you'll see it too.
I saw it in you before I was even aware
of what it was you needed to confess.
© Do You Mind?
Still, it weaves into others,
glaring back through their eyes,
their voice,
their stance.
Guilt is resting, proud and yet still ashamed.
It burns itself into the mind of the mirror,
a stranger it makes of those who do wrong.
I felt its strange grasp as you spoke to me.
Guilt is not a liar, it gives itself away.
Look closely enough,
and I promise you'll see it too.
I saw it in you before I was even aware
of what it was you needed to confess.
© Do You Mind?
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