So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
– William Shakespeare
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Carrying a weight constantly

Of guilt that I felt incessantly

On falling short of expectations

Efforts thwarted by frustrations

Never was able to be good enough

The path to success seemed to be rough

I chided myself to work harder still

But the monster of guilt I could not kill

Like shackles on my feet, guilt slowed me

Trapping me inside my own misery.


It took forever for me to realize

That most of my guilt was not justified

A useless expensive emotion it was

Throwing me into depression’s jaws

More introspection, and I found out

That I could erase all guilt and doubt

Just by believing in myself and my actions

And turning a deaf ear to others’ reactions

What a sense of liberation came to me

When I finally became guilt-free.

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