Guilty Pleasure

So many guilty pleasures, it’s sometimes hard to measure
Sometimes a mistake other times a treasure
Call it a balance, sometimes it makes me feel lesser, other times I feel better
I can be my own aggressor, or I’ll take myself on an adventure
Altogether, it’s not as bad, but it’s not always clever
It’s an exotic feeling when I keep myself together
Other times I rebel, it raises my blood pressure, it sometimes stains me forever
Whether it’s good or bad, there is always a lesson, or a lecture
Always under pressure, to be my own professor or to live in terror
Guilty pleasure, through pain or tears, my guilty pleasures is what makes me feel like a successor

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