Everyday they pass us by
People burdened and heartbroken
Carrying guilt and pride
It affects their very stride.
If guilt were a changing thing
We’d carry it along our necks on a string
It would be the first thing we greet each day
Some people like things that way.
Perhaps one needs to feel something rather than nothing
Instead of feeling free
I wouldn’t like it all to bury me.
Nothing is worse than guilt.
Pride is destructive
It consumes reason and logical happiness
Taking into account nothing of how it makes others feel
It is haughty and foolish in itself.
We pass by someone each and every day
They may be sad or lonely
Maybe they feel defeated and upset
You cannot see that from the outward way.
People tend to hide their faults, their feelings, and their emotions
Some will seek damage like it can fill that void.
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