When you've done wrong

When you've done wrong
Guilt knocks on your door
You ignore it like
the Jehovah's Witness
And other pushers of pamphlets
And yet he pushes past
Your front door
Jumping
Taking his firmly planted feet from your welcome mat
And sticking, planting himself in your mind
And he grows there
Festers
Spreading and consuming
Till you're forced to notice him
And admit your faults
But to no avail, he is too late
As he moves in
What prompted his visit moves out
And for what you have gained,
A mental weight,
You have really lost