Guilt 1

I need to be held down and taken advantage of
I feel bad, exposed
My hands painted red,
My mouth circled in feathers
I have eaten the bird
Feed my imagination
I let myself be carried away
I end up sitting on the scales of justice
Weighed, measured, categorized, judged
Left open to the public
Nine to five
Everyone knows,
Their eyes speak volumes
Their own secret wishes
I have lived in sin, and solitude
I know reason, but I refuse to pay the fine
I know the boundaries, and yet every time, I cross the line
Part with my innocence
A theft too cruel to remember
I need to be held down and taken advantage of,
I feel bad, exposed
My hands are red, my mouth circled in feathers,
I have eaten the bird