Guilt
Follows me like a shadow each day,
For the deeds I've hidden away.
Fear consumes me, a silent cry,
What will they see if truth meets the eye?
What whispers will echo, what shame will remain,
When will my mask crumbles and reveals my pain?

This is the torment I carry inside,
Not when the act begins, but when it subsides.
Peace eludes me; I’m torn apart,
Living a lie with a fractured heart.
A hypocrite, a living shame,
Warning others, yet fueling the flame.
I pray, I preach, with guilt so vast,
A sinner shackled by shadows of the past.

The question remains:
Why?
Why nurture this poison, this endless...