Guilt

I'm sick of the stares,
the looks and the glares.
Nothing quite fits,
At all in this pit.

That word rolls around,
like a boat caught at sea.
Why cant you see,
what you're doing to me?

It builds and it ebbs,
It takes hits at me,
Knowing where it hurts,
Its driving me crazy.

I know what I did was right for me,
and maybe for you,
but its hard to see.

The next time I walk,
straight out of the door,
I wont come back,
No, not anymore.

You can follow me,
But I wont look back.
I'm ready to flee,
So you should step back.