With the bow on the string,

I come to grasp

Reality's rasp.

In my head, the truth will sing.

There's no way to flee,

All I did wrong

In a beautiful song,

It's written just for me.

The guilt plays intensely,

There's always worse

Fills a verse

My shame grows immensely.

This is doing no good,

While in sync

With the bow's clink,

The tears strike the wood.

Then the anxiety kicks in,

I have a slew

Of things to do,

Why am I playing therein?