Look at this page which I wrote yesterday

Just a selfish expression of beer and depression and

My insecurity so much a part of me

Swells up the pages of numerous diaries



Humiliations both real and imagined

All lie on this page and stare back at me mocking me

I run away from them push them away from

Soon and again they return to embarrass me.



........



Lie in my bed and stare up at the ceiling

We live in events of a previous evening

My poor little ego that bruises so easily

Fighting my conscience to justify reasons



Look in your soul tell me what do you see?

Can you honestly say you're completely at ease?

Do you believe that your conscience is clean?

Well I say you're a liar.