The Taste Of Guilt Poem by Gabrielle Smith

I did it.
But no one knows.
She got in trouble for it.
They all blame her.
There she is.
Alone.
Cringing, waiting fo someone to attack.
And they do.
They yell.
Scream.
Throw.
I can't stand it.
I turn to run.
But something holds me back.
It's guilt.
Maybe I should confess.
Admit it.
No.
No.
I can't do that to myself.
But I did worse to her.
No.
I just can't.
The taste of guilt.
I can't bear it.
I need to go.
Flee.
Run.
Leave.
And I do.
The girl kills herself.
And it was my fault.
I need to leave.
Run.
Flee.
But I don't.
It's my fault.
The feeling of guilt.
Dying isn't as bad as this.
It's better.
I need to go.
Leave.
Flee.
And I do.
Never to return.

Ever Again.