This is a short poem about guilt, I suppose. Nothing to explain.
Stains upon my Character
There are stains upon my character
And gravy on my clothing
A sauce of unmitigated shame
And the beginning of true self-loathing
Those who seek reality will compare them to their own
Those who seek to blame me, will see the seeds of evil sown
There are stains upon my character
So many deeds of deep regret
Blots upon my copybook
That, at times, I choose to forget
Those who seek to understand, will see life’s ebb and flow
Those who refuse to invest their time, will never this truth know
There are stains upon my character
Which cannot be removed
Except by those observers
Who love and have been loved
For I cannot be the judge of the goodness of my acts
As I cannot judge any other without knowledge of the facts