Trippin' on Guilt, Then Anger

I did something wrong,
Now, my rib cage feels congested,
God’s pitchin’ life to me,
Ego check was tested,
I’m sure my face was whitened,
And my posture went to hell,
My neck had lost all strength,
I’m feeling guilty, can you tell?
Where’s that lovely jail cell?
Time to roll into a ball,
All eyes look away,
I’m crushed beneath it all,
Full apologies to you,
I wish I weren’t such dirt,
My own living blatancy,
Is why so bad it hurt,

But then came the guilt trip

I feel guilty on my own,
So, now leave me alone,
Please don’t milk me dry,
See the change in my eye?
All that guilt trips bring,
To a feeling guilty thing,
The destruction of the guilt,
And now anger is built,
I don’t need your push,
To feel like pure (mush)
All guilt trips do,
Is turn to Red from Blue,
Now I don’t feel so bad,
All I feel is mad,
You couldn’t let it be,
Now hell fills me,

(I feel guilty on my own, If you try to make me feel guilty; All I am is angry, not guilty)