And tempts my every nerve
The epitome
Of guilt that it does serve
It may be liquid or solid
And either clear or hidden
The haunt
Is real and needs to get ridden
It is never in the plans
And yet always seems to appear
The struggle
I face is not far but near
It is experienced every day
And much to my dismay
The subject
Is so hard to push away
It increases my energy
And only for a minute
The energy
Soars and then does plummet
It tempts my family
And most of my friends
The difficulty
Is making amends
It is necessary to forgive yourself
And each day start anew
The goal
Being to respect you
