Bowing my head; the tears sliding over my cheeks, dripping down into my lap.
I let my chest fill up. I let my eyes fill up. I let my head fill up.
Memories. Torments. Loneliness. These things take me over, flooding my mind with the mistakes I've made; the awful person I've become. Cheater Liar Deceiver.
I beat myself, daily, for the things I've done for the things I do. I cannot stop, I am driven to fail those I love most.
I'm so good, I can lie to anyone; pulling the wool over their eyes, belief built on faith, trust and denial. I am this heartless creature, selfish to the core.
The lies I tell, no one questions, not even me.
Self-loathing and psychological punishment taking shape as poetry.