I used to be smiling with glee,

now I'm empty as can be.

I used to cry like an over flowing well,

now I don't I'm all dried up.

I'm not infuriated with rage, engulfed by sadness, full of envy, elated with joy,

But I'm haunted with guilt.

I've lost my curiosity, my spark of creation.

Now all I am is an Empty Shell of Guilt.