Shame

I am the infernal headache

I am the blistering heartache

I am the one who spews out bile upon a table

I am the lustful donkey sniffing the air, searching for the scent of something else to abhor

I am the drunkard, staggering in his stupor saying, “They beat me up, but I didn't feel it. Where can I find another drink?”

I am the one sitting at the bar trying new drinks while his family is starved of food and income

I am the pride of the sea, churning up foam

I am the white lie

I am the half truth

I am the one dressed in fine violet robes, covering my sores and festering boils underneath

I am the guilty who pleads innocent

I am the one lost in the woods, fighting off projections of his fears

I am the bystander next the oppressed

I am the pestering fly

I am the pitiful dog

I am ashamed