I spend a lot of time searching through my past
Allowing myself to be tortured and harassed
I make myself look at the chaos all around
I scrutinize the mistakes that are littered on the ground
I make myself relive each and every regret
I do this to myself so I won’t forget
I can’t pretend that I never caused pain
Some of the choices I’ve made are hard to explain
I am aware of the bad inside of me
I keep it contained because that is not who I want to be
I can’t pretend that the past is not there
I have to accept that somethings are beyond repair
I will continue to strive to be a better me
Maybe by accepting this truth I will finally be free