like a blanket surrounds me
as I walk down the familiar hallway
of my own old memories
some doors have faded
and I don\'t remember how to open them
or even what\'s inside
I just know the closed doors
hold the scary memories from before
from when I was little
being little doesn\'t seem
very long ago when it seems
the little me wont let me go
I see her in every room
everything from a child to a teen
she\'s always there
I\'m supposed to leave her behind
maybe that\'s how I\'m supposed to grow
but I can\'t let her go
the hallways are familiar
and I don\'t want to leave what I know
so here I stay
so maybe it\'s my choice
they tell me I choose to be a victim
maybe somewhat
so I wonder here
am I making myself stay here
alone in my trauma?