The terrors of my past creep slowly,
Stalking, sneaking, slithering back,
Attempting to make me a mockery.
The tears stream again, like long ago,
I sit here feeling like a cheap show,
People watching me, judging me,
Pretending they know where I've been.

The pain darkens my very being,
Gnawing, eating away at my soul.
How can I survive when deep inside
I already feel as if I were dead?

Thrashing I try to escape the darkness,
To crawl back into the light,
I need not to worry, but I know that I will,
I wish I could bask in delight.

"It doesn't do to dwell," they say,
You can't change what has happened,
It couldn't be closer to the truth.
But maybe with some luck,
It can be kept buried and hidden away.

I am who I am, no matter what happens,
That can't be changed, or altered,
I must come to terms with reality,
Learn to accept it, and quick, I must hurry.
For if I dawdle for long, there's no telling
What may happen...

Poof...

I'm gone.