If conscience was a person....

First of all, you assured me that it wasn't your new friends, that they had no power to influence who you've become over the years. I listened and was quiet for months. I let you explore because I thought I was rather too harsh.
You grew in the midst of low thinking human beings and your value started to drop. I watched you become so conscious of the most useless things, even the attention of men that could devour you and leave your soul empty.
Again I pricked your heart from my chambers but I realized that your eyes were closed and upon them a Vail. Your ears were busy listening to jazz and hip hop. Your hands were full with bags upon bags from the shopping mall in town. 
On the day you inhaled cocaine, persuaded by a man old enough to be your grand father, I shouted from the bowels of your heart. But you didn't want to look stupid in front of him, you didn't want him to think you weren't strong enough. You coughed, chocked and smiled in pain and he watched you destroy yourself. Your brain became clogged up and your adrenaline rush was up the roof. He laid with you and defiled you. In the process, I wept.
Months passed and I couldn't speak anymore. Your Will had given me away and in my chambers, I laid helpless. My voice was taken out and you placed iron bars right in between us. I watched you perish and it was the most painful feeling on earth.
Like a movie, I saw the events of your life from the window of your heart. You changed. You looked older and drained; like life had sucked you of the glow and innocence you used to have. You were lost now.
Today was very quiet. You weren't partying or screaming. Your heart was silent but noisy. The events of the past two years flooded your heart and you broke into tears. Your wall of defense was shattered now and so were the bars you placed against me. You began to hear me now but with decernment. Slowly, you realized the gravitas of your mistakes.
If only your conscience was a person!
Cataleabonez