The guilt

The guilt

The guilt consumes the soul

When one does not mean

What one actually says.

It is the guilt

Of telling white lies

It is guilt when you want

To provide a false cover

Of hope

It is absolute guilt

When you actually lie

Then perhaps white lies

Are a part of tact

I never was really ever

Good at.

Lets be frank and depart

When guilt makes

Our minds depart

When we cannot

Make amends

Let the guilty not mar the show

Let the guilt down Thames flow,

Let it blast and let it go

Let all your emotions

Truthfully and honestly flow.