No need to ever reprimand me or berate
My conscience is keen, burning me at the stake
When I love, I feel deeply, beyond my control
Even withstanding spurn’s hurt that shatters my soul
When guilt sets in, humiliation carries it
My mind is unkind, chiding in my chariot
Racing round and round, in a Circus Maximus
The stadium in my brain retains the lack of trust
Memories stab like gladiators, going in for the kill
My horse chariot charges forward, spinning wheels
Will I ever conquer my fears in life’s staged race?
My conscience sears my spirit at a steady pace
Intentions of desire, burn my scruples with fire
The flames escalate my pain and never expire
Where do I belong when nothing can bury it?
I punish myself, chiding in my chariot