Guilty

In more ways than two,

I am selfish.

Only thinking of how I feel

And what I know.

I retreat within myself.

A wall, taking place where I stood before.

With guilt suddenly landing on my shoulders.

But since I am selfish, I ignore it.

And keep it moving.

I am selfish in more ways than two, 

But never more than five.

So sometimes when the wall goes up 

And the guilt comes down, 

My truth goes against it.

While my body caves in on itself.

While my heart starts to break.

I have my selfish ways.

This I know and can admit.

A part of me I will never shake.

Cuz' as unfair as it sounds, 

I find it unfair to ask more of me.

When someone as selfish as I has

already given you so much of me.

-Verdure