5/19/21
When I think about my past there\'s so much that I fail to acknowledge
because I try to remember all the good parts and not ills that deserve to be demolished
I remember all my childhood thrills when I would prance and I would frolic
without the pains that I believe that to date have turned me to an alcoholic
So shameful are my tears when my good memories will start becoming toxic
that I prefer to ignore them like my conscience when it\'s tone becomes demonic
and unlike my ambitions that always appear and seem so polished
the past trailing behind is dirty
foul like gruesome spirits that possess a house that\'s haunted
and destructive like a wildfire that is burning
and though the worst seems to have been long-gone and vanished
it still effects me like consuming a rotten apple alongside a rotten cabbage
it\'s damages seem and feel so long-term and massive
that I\'d rather forget it altogether to prevent my mind from trying to grasp it
I\'d rather be distracted like admiring a passing vehicle that\'s classic
than circle it at it\'s core like rotations of this planet.