Dear Memories

Dear Memories,

Why do you haunt me so,

of things I rather not know?

Why do you lock away the joy?

But force me to endure sorrow?

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Have I not suffered enough

with a childhood of woe?

I tried to forget those days were rough,

yet you won't seem to let them go

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I take a breath, and you're there again,

whispering words of pain and blame

Reminding me you're not my friend

and I'll never be free of the shame

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What have I done to earn this wrath?

when I think I'm happy, you come back

with a rage so potent I feel the scath

of my internal scars worn like a plaque

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I try to remember the good ol' days,

the ones with light and laughter

But they're so few and starting to fade,

becoming harder to chase after

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What must I do to stop your taunts?

Do I write it out and send it on?

These words feel pointless against your daunt,

and it seems you've finally won

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Make no mistake, I won't despair,

my mind's your slave,

but I'll be free, of that I swear

from now until my grave

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So I write to thee to let you know,

my dreams, my past, my future ghost,

I'll beat any trial you wish to throw,

Sincerely, your beloved host