Hovering like a Mist

Shame...it hovers like a smokey mist, like LA smog, like a hanging relative breathing out garlic and onions from last night's meal. Blow out in a wind, drive electric cars, use scope, listerine or peppermints, yet no matter how you try to dissolve it...there it is hovering, lingering like a bad dream.
Starts early on when we are open and vulnerable."Shame shame shame on you" emanating from that ominous finger pointing at us from that smirksome face. We don't even know what it means, just that there is something scrunchy about it.
Hiding out, finding out, then afraid to tell. We all have learned to cover over our beautiful faces.