The tight clenched knot in the middle of my chest,
told me what could always make me feel the worst.
Get to me first and foremost.
Regret was a strong contender.
I considered guilt for a while.
But what won out ultimately,
Causing the heat in my face,
my pulse to race, and my head to drop down,
was what I knew all along,
but for good reason, too ashamed to accept.
It was, as if reiterating to me how shallow I am,
embarrassment that got me first and best.. . .
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