The kid in the back of the room

Sometimes the thoughts are worse an the people,

While the words were hurtful. The thoughts are 

Only there to remind me what they have done. 

An endless loop playing the scenes over again.

Leaving me to question what I could have done.

There was uncertain anxiety to come, 

Holding me back out of fear of what if.

Fading into the shadows to not be recognized or stand. 

Closing me off only t build walls.

 A coping mechanism that I am now stuck with.

That keeps me bound to those memories that

Haunt me. Ghost of the past telling me to 

Let go and forgive and forget what

Happen, but facing those fears only brings back 

The thought of what if it happens again.