Guilt

It eats at you.

It peels away the layers,

From the inside out.

It’s like acid poured onto flesh;

Like lemon juice

Squeezed onto an open wound.

It rips and shreds,

Like wild animals’ teeth and claws,

Into their small, tense prey.

You have to let it out.

It has to come out.

It eats and rips

Until it gets out,

Whether you like it or not.

You may scream and yell,

And scratch and bite,

And lose every ounce of sanity

That you’ve ever had;

Then you tell someone.

You let it out.

But it does no good.

No one listens or believes.

You are cursed.

Cursed with the guilt.