Not erased

[Terry1992]

I know that I don't look so great
I've been hiding quite awhile.
Living with all the shame.
It seems no matter how I try
It can't be erased.
Look into my soul.
I live there so dark and cold
No one really cared.

Things I never meant to share
Because of all the fear
That you fucking did to me
When I cried out
I received not an ounce of care
Is this what I was meant to be?

 

[victor-victim]

giving you some care.
this poem touched my heart, Terry1992.
good that you came out of hiding.
i, too, seek an end to shame.
looking for a magic eraser.

memory might be easier to rerecord than it is to erase,
or maybe there is some way to change the playback mode.

 

[tommyb]

(Terry1992)