All those who fled the scene
leaving behind evidence
little scars and reminders
almost as ghosts to haunt me
They live rent-free in my head
their voices screaming at odd hours
amplifying everything
pounding drumbeat of negativity
No responsibility
or remorse for their actions
the marks they’ve left on me
and my shattered psyche
But I’m forced to remember
whenever someone comes along
that I might want to let inside
My hands start to shake
and I hesitate too long
as the voices rise
harping on insecurities
Digging deep and drawing blood
How can I remove them?
They’re not wanted anynore
I don’t want to keep comparing
I just want to be set free
and have the room to try again
without their shadows hanging over
myself and anyone I meet