There is one thing in the way,
Neglecting our frequent demands.
It's their fault we often say,
We feel nobody understands.
Feelings can lead us astray,
Especially when strife expands.
Tonight I was delighted,
The day was as bright as a star.
Then I spoke of myself with dread,
My foolish words left a scar.
At once my sick conscience bled,
Dripping with vomitous tar.
Trapped in my betraying skin,
I went off on another whim.
Hoping that this one would win,
Their faces only grew more grim.
Stop at once! I spoke within,
It is time to make this less dim.
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