Little Miss Conscience
That was me
A do-good Goody-Two-Shoes
That's who I used to be
So where's that little voice right now?
Surely not in my head
It isn't telling me right from wrong
It might as well be dead
Oh, what am I doing?
I don't know anymore
Just playing things by ear
Nothing's for sure
Author notes
I found this in my journal. I don't think it was finished yet. Oh well, hope you like it.
Erin
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You know
As I read I must say I do admire the wit and wisdom of your words. No nothing is for sure but for many of youth it takes years to realize that. Write on young poet.
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Not bad, I think you're right though, it needs more.

