Your conscience

Into the shadows
away from the noise
laying in the corner
there are no hidden joys

avoiding the light
running from the sound
drowning in the sight
falling to the ground

under the bed
into the dark
around the corner
to leave a mark

inside your mind
outside your thoughts
afraid of what youll find
and knowing itll get caught

its always on your mind
but never in your thoughts
it may say something it may not
this thing is your conscience

i wrote this poem for my 7th grade english class. just thought id share it.