CONSCIENCE

You can try and was it Away, You can try and hide it in a Haze, But it is still there when you Sober up. It is the thing in the closet Of your mind, The monster under your Bed, And you know it must be Fed. It is in the mirror staring back At you. It is with you no matter where you may run, And when it is all over and You are all done, It is still there, because you just Can't outrun... Yourself.