My guilt is blinding me,

It tells me I could do better, but I refused

It is reminding me to think about people before me.

It is questioning my mortality It is judging my hard work.

Today, it told me to put down my personality and to put up a cover that says, I'm fine.

I remember laughing a lot today, but I don't remember being happy.

My guilt is stopping me, to take love and give love.

I hope a day comes, when I'm over this guilt and I can start living life better.

Until that day this guilt and I can start living life better

Until that day this guilt will blind me into something I have never been.

This poem is about: 


Varsha Choudhary

This is the first ever poem that I have publish somewhere. I want to know soemone's veiw on this.

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